India Summer’s Fishnet-clad Fantasy

I withdrew my cock again, and pushed it in faster, and harder, pushing it in all the way this time. Her bed squeaked and moaned under the ferocity of our fucking, but was almost drowned out, as she moaned loader and loader, almost screaming with pleasure. Indian Sex Oh. I withdrew, until only my head was inside her, letting her rest a moment. “Mmm?” She said. I stopped sucking on her nipples, and allowed her to take off my shirt. She left her skirt just below her crotch, which was still covered by her pink bikini. I started sucking on her nipple, and heard her let out another little moan. I want to…”
She looked into my eyes as I lifted off her bikini top. “Who cares. “That’s good.” She continued to talk a while, but eventually stopped talking and simply let me rub her shoulders, enjoying the massage. She was so fucking wet, it went in easily, even though she was still as tight as ever. The cum built up in my cock for what seemed like forever, and I was dying to let it out.

India Summer’s Fishnet-clad Fantasy

Actors: India Summer

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