“I love your cunt,” I hissed in Candy’s ear. Indian hot sex As the plane landed in a dreary city – London I think – I let go of the plane, swooping towards the airport’s terminal. “Yes, yes!” Candy groaned as she felt my cum jet into her cunt and my pussy juices flooded her hand. I don’t even remember taking off. “Aren’t you tidy,” the girl purred, lost to the lust my gaze generated. Mom shook in ecstasy from my bite, her hands stroking my fiery-red hair as she fed me. Fuck, but what if I wasn’t? I was drinking her life, what could be more intimate? “Delicious little slut!”
“Your fanny tastes bloody marvelous!” she purred. “You bloody slag! “You’re a dirty, cock-loving whore, aren’t you?”
“Yes!” Candy panted. I bet there was a way I could neutralize the gaze, and started my research. As much as I hated Lana – she thought she was so much better than me – she had mother’s favor. Study it carefully. I leaned back in my chair. A grin was plastered on her cute face, framed by hair that was half-dyed cotton-candy blue and bubblegum pink. Fuck, but what if I wasn’t? I chewed my lip. My office almost matched the majesty of ancient Babylon.
