Two progressively stronger orgasms hit me as the last ten minutes of the show played out on the TV. Claire didn’t. Indian porn sex “Grab me a beer and one for yourself,” Claire said as she walked into the washroom, closing the door most of the way behind her. There was barley enough room for a couple of Ikea dressers and an unmade double bed in the room, and the floor was covered in mounds of dirty laundry. Of course Claire ignored me. Claire had obviously sucked on her thumb to get it wet and was about to anally violate me with it. I took a couple of drags before reaching down to remove the dildo still lodged in my ass. I wasn’t sure if I was looking for courage to stay or to leave. Claire didn’t say anything, just watched me smoke and occasionally exhaled a big puff of foul tobacco into my face. I tried to pull away but Claire kept a firm grip on my hips as she sodomized me. “Another,” was all she said. Her hand worked savagely in and out of me while her mouth was almost gentle.
