Robbie’s was plenty of beef-stick, and when the pulsing ‘locked-tight’ freeze happened, his manhood completely buried to the hilt in me, with the squirting semen shot from his throbbing meat flooding warmly in my middle . . Indian sex video I felt bad and wanted to make amends. I hadn’t been fucked that good in waay tooo loong!!! I don’t ask the reader’s sympathy for me, but if you have empathy for my story, I hope this narrative provides at least an understanding. On top of that elongated procedure (perhaps because he was himself was a bit elongated?) he asked me something [I forget about what] and delayed his departure; I became suspicious that he was trying to glimpse my naked form behind the textured plastic that blurred the lines of my still fairly svelte figure at thirty-eight. I slapped him – hard. . Robbie moved to suckle the other breast {he was a switch-titter} and his left hand caressed my buns and occasionally gave my anus a tweak. Instead, I clutched the flagpole that my son sported and felt it’s male power and animal urgency. It was the apogee of animal appetites, primitive and primal, punctuated with our grunts and moans and squeals.
