Dave forced his cock deep into Debbie’s already sore throat and held it there. Gazing aimlessly over her garden she wondered what had altered her plans to do more gardening yesterday. Indian sex It made her worried and frightened, something must have happened to her, she didn’t feel sore all over for no reason. Debbie did as she was told, terrified any disobedience would bring further retribution. Gazing aimlessly over her garden she wondered what had altered her plans to do more gardening yesterday. Tony increased he’s pace, his pelvis slapping into her arse cheeks, telling her. At least you like proper cock”. “Now Mrs Wilson, what time do you want us to forward that video clip to your devoted husband?”. Debbie stood, moved to the centre of the lounge and began swaying to some imaginary music rubbing her hands over her soon to be naked and fucked body. To make matters worse Dave gripped her hair tightly and forced her mouth onto his now erect cock, causing her to gag repeatedly. Tony laughed at her. “One o’clock Sunday afternoon “. He would call her a dirty bitch as he came in her mouth.
