I felt him reach an end. Indian porn sex I was squirming like a little bitch and was trying very hard to get my lips to his cock and reciprocate this pleasure, but he would have none of it. This forced my clean shaven legs to quiver in delight, and also required that I grip the couch with my long fingernails dug in like a scared pussy cat to avoid being pushed over the arm and onto my face. He would break from kissing my lips and would bring his mouth down to my tits, pulling my bra away with his teeth and putting my entire areola into his mouth, suckling like a newborn baby on me, letting his teeth clinch on to my nipple and biting ever so sweetly, just hard enough to make me flinch with pleasure. I could feel the couch sliding on the hardwood floor as he intensified his thrusts. Back to the couch. “Yes I do, baby, keep it coming,” I would reply back, in broken spurts of dialogue between fighting for breaths in between so much sexual ecstasy. “Fuck that pussy, baby,” I would say to him in as he wailed into me, “fuck that pussy till you can’t fuck it anymore”.
