“How long has it been?” He asked as a finger slid inside of me. Indian sex video “Fuck, Art… I can’t! It would have been soothing, under different circumstances. Art? “I’m… yours.” My voice cracked. Then he spread my legs with his. “Please don’t hurt me.”
Art didn’t reply. Who is that?” I asked, groggily. They had left several hours before for a boys night out and had left me the apartment alone for the first since I could remember when. “Oh Fuck!” I screamed. “What are you doing?”
“Just making sure you’re ok.” Art’s voice returned strong and vocal. I turned around to thank him and walked straight into his friend, Art. We didn’t speak for several minutes, I laid still on the bed not evening trying to compose myself. Art was huge. He used to work construction, which had accounted for several (but not all) of the scars that were scattered around his body. It wasn’t attractive, so much… but dangerous and furtive. “You belong to me, your purpose…” He paused as he ejaculated into me, “is to take my cum inside of you and nothing else.”
“Anything you say…” I returned. He used to work construction, which had accounted for several (but not all) of the scars that were scattered around his body.
