The tight ring of her throat around the head of his cock and the warmness of her rolled tongue on the bottom of his shaft was incentive enough to push forward. Indian porn “Yeah, by me,” Jon laughed as he pulled her blouse open, sending a few buttons flying. “Oh god,” she gasped as she felt his hot semen squirting even deeper into her than his cock could reach. He definitely wanted her to follow him. He then slid his hand down her front sensually until he slipped it into the waist of her skirt. She knew that to Jon, having sex with her was more important than letting her pee properly. He placed his hands on her tiny waist and slid her off of him just enough so that he could slam back into her. You have to ask properly,” he scolded her. She was embarrassed that she let her emotions get the better of her. She could feel the warmth of her pee leaving her bladder already. As Tiffany continued to watch Jon staring at her friend dreamily she started to feel slightly jealous. “I know exactly what you can do when you’re horny.”
“If you’re so worried she’s gonna take me away from you, then why don’t you satisfy me first,” Jon suggested coyly.
