I feel him cum – two, three shots – and then he relaxes back on the stump, completely satisfied. Indian sex video His left hand rubs my breast, his fingers rubbing my nipple like it was a little clit he was trying to jerk off. No, I wasn’t going to visit grandma, I lied. I shiver, anticipating his tongue, but I feel something around my wrists. For being so horny, they sure didn’t leave a trail of clothes. Molly is passed out on the bed, obviously spent from whatever insane climax he’s just given her. Molly’s not that big a slut that I don’t know who she’s got in rotation. Yes, they got the hood part right. I’m trembling with pleasure, my legs wrapped tight around his head, moaning unintelligible syllables, “OOhhhffuckkkyeahgawddontstopooohhhhhhfffuckkkkkYESYESYESYES.” He begins to suck on my clit, trapping the little nub between his wet lips and sliding a thick finger into my sweet hole, refusing to let go for all of my bucking. It’s dead wrong, for one, to tell children about a grandmother being eaten in any way whatsoever, physical or innuendo. Trust me, I like to finish.
