She didn’t return his smile, rather closed the door and ordered him to strip. Indian porn sex She stood there patiently, enjoying his struggle. “Yes Mistress!” he gasped, stroking faster. Placing the vibrator against his ass she gently pushed. She knew the confusion and apprehension that was building would but intensify the session to come. If you disobey, I won’t let you cum until the next time we meet, if then!”
“Yes, Mistress.”
“Ok begin.” He stroked. “Stand, slave.” He arose and stood there, waiting. She freshened her lips with scarlet lipstick, dabbed a bit of musky perfume here and there, and pulled on her long black gloves. Grasping his head she pulled his face into her steaming cunt. For now she waited, silently, as he shuddered through the most intense orgasm of his life. Smiling inwardly, she maintained her aloof smile and approached the table. He wished he could sink his entire head into her pussy, drown himself in her wetness, tongue-fuck her pussy and ass. She was wearing a simple outfit, and she could see the relief mixed with some disappointment on his face when he noticed she was not wearing the boots.
