I knew what she wanted. Indian porn sex Angela groaned loudly as she pushed and now needed to relax for a moment. At first I tasted salt from her sweat but then the sweet, creamyness of her milk. I then milked her ample breasts, filling the jar to the brim. Sinthia glared at me and was still in great pain. Water and semen spurted out from her ass, Sinthia would clench and wrestle slightly at the relief of so much pressure. There was a cylindrical PVC container with a rounded top in the corner, measuring perhaps three feet in length and seven inches in diameter. It was tight, but welcoming. Her body jumped, jiggling her boobs, and she gasped for air. A pool of piss, semen, and clear liquid from birthing (there is no bleeding with these unconventional births) filled her hollow cunt hole. She looked at the jar of liquid and smiled at me, I smiled back. Angela was lost in pleasure and knew not what to do. “I am late! Angela groaned, her nipples must have been more sensitive now than usual. She closed her eyes, who knows what she was thinking about. Her thighs and abs where lovely, and very feminine.
