I licked up and down Mac’s shaft, savoring the taste… he tasted of stale, salty dog cum and I could still taste the familiar aroma of my pussy on him…
Gandhi had settled into his rhythm, long, hard thrusts, lifting my ass off the floor every time he rammed into my fuckhole… and I started petting and ruffling his fur, showing him that even though he treated me like a piece of fuckmeat, I still loved him. It ain’t over till it’s over. Indian porn sex Bred their bitch. I looked up. I looked up. I think I said that, but it might’ve sounded more like a croak. Lying down behind me. I watched his big cock bend. After he had bred me. I still liked feeling his cock inside me and I loved how gentle he was with me, careful not to pull out before his erection and bulb softened up. I used what was left of my white blouse (now a gray rag) to wipe my dogs’ cum off my body, staggered over to Mac’s water bowl, and used a handful of water to rinse off my face.
