My Drenched, Sizzling Mother India Summer’s Second Round

He was in his glory. Indian porn sex I shivered at the feeling. Easing it back out, I repeated my manipulations. I rolled on my stomach and looked over my shoulder. I sucked the smaller load on my lips and flicked the tip of his twice spent cock. Ben took the meaning and entered me again. My breath raced in and out of my chest as this black god kept pounding my body. The cards were shulled, fanned out, and sat on the table. He moved down and kissed my neck as he thrust deeply. First round Ben lost his shirt. Steve had shot the first man to shoot anything that didn’t shoot cum back at him. This time it was more passionate, less animal fucking. Our muffled moans were a signal of how well each of us knew the others likes and dislikes. Then liking them one at a time. Up the other side until my lips touched the underside of his bronze crown. Each nipple or lick was countered by a twitch of his cock. I spread his knee and pushed inside. I yelled as his cock hit my prostate and ignited my orgasmic joy.

My Drenched, Sizzling Mother India Summer’s Second Round

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