Desi Indian College Couple’s Steamy Mms Scandal Exposed

I reach up, running my fingers down his chest, feeling the warmth and strength of him. Indian sex My breath comes in short gasps as I struggle to take every inch of him, my throat tightening as he grows even bigger. “Fuck, that feels so good,” he whispers, his hips beginning to move again. I can taste his cum on my tongue as he fucks my mouth. His muscles tense, and he lets out a shuddering breath. I can feel his cock pulse in my mouth, the way his hips begin to move more roughly against my face, his cock swelling even larger inside my mouth. My cheeks flush with arousal, my heart racing. He’s not my husband, he’s not the man I’ve known for years, he is this stranger who is just fucking me vigorously and relentlessly, making me feel things I never thought possible. “I can’t believe how good that felt.”
I can still taste the sweetness of his cum on my tongue, and it’s making me shiver with desire. I lean forward, pressing my lips against the head of his cock, feeling the velvety smoothness against my tongue.