Drunk Desi Bhabhi Gets Pounded Hard By Ex-boyfriend

Still gagged and his hands bound behind his back, he began to fully come to his senses. Now look at what you did.”
Muffled screaming from under the gag. Indian sex Her arms were tied to the armrest of the chair, and her legs were spread wide awkwardly with her pussy exposed, gaping open, glistening with lube and her own juices. Hemp, I think. I took her large tits in my gloved hands and squeezed them as I fucked her, the dark nipples now hard. “There we go, this isn’t so bad is it Marie? He and his wife had retreated there just before I killed his Aunt Doris. She bounced like a rag doll as I pounded her one last time. Maybe she actually believed she would live through the night. I pulled out my cock and carefully removed the condom, full of my thick load, and bagged it in a ziplock. David went down first on the path outside the side door. There was no record of my presence there. I took my hands off her neck and continued fucking her lifeless body now limp on the chair, flopping like a ragdoll. I pulled out my cock and carefully removed the condom, full of my thick load, and bagged it in a ziplock.

Drunk Desi Bhabhi Gets Pounded Hard By Ex-boyfriend