When I come into the kitchen, both men are there, drinking red wine. Indian sex video Deep, tearing and overwhelming. I no longer feel his cock inside me, although I can hear it pumping into me. And then you’re going to do it. “Only if you want cara.” I shake my head. “Can you hear me, cara?”, I hear amid the ongoing ecstasy. It’s so hot, so animalistic, I hope he doesn’t come too fast. I dream of him taking his cock out and ramming it deep down my throat until I can’t breathe. Unraveled, ripped open, gutted, horny. “You should teach your whore to keep her mouth shut, Adam,” Pao says. There was no other instruction before I went to pee, and the last one was clear. But you are not hurt, your skin is intact. Never ever. Remember that, cara. Pao’s voice comes through to me again, and I suspect something bad. As the blood circulates back to normal, they shake a little and tingle. I am completely dehydrated. My position would be humiliating for me, it probably should be, but it makes me so hot that I stretch my back and stretch my arms far above my head.
