I had enough of that as a teen. Indian sex Well, the usual I guess. Some people are repulsed by Jawas. After a time I sighed, tucked it away so it would go down on it’s own, and hit the power convertor. Those sublime, round little mounds could have fit into my hand like they were made for it, and her naked, small, dark nipples were raised up and hard right in the center of each. Even then I didn’t manage it, so she thrust my face back out of her crotch, giving out what amounted to a Jawa type little snarl, and her pussy, to my utter shock, squirted hard not once, but twice, right out at me, striking me in the face and throat and spurting down over my shirt, where it immediately soaked in to the dry fabric. And feeling that, I was surprised to find I wanted to drink it. I took in the lithe sexiness on display in front of me, and my arousal increased. I smelled like her sex. She just tilted her robbed head back and moaned in ecstasy as I went down on her, kneeling down in front of her and holding her by her hips, my face buried between her legs. Read 18021 times |
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