Indian Housewife In Pink Sari Seduces Passionately

She giggled a bit as I gasped for breath, the last of my orgasm rippling through my body even as her beautiful beast, still buried inside me, twitched its last. I thanked the heavens above that she was being as gentle as she could with a monster that large. Indian sex A finger parted my swollen lips as her thumb stroked my clit ever so lightly. “It’s time to give you what you crave.”
I did as she asked, although it seemed more a command than a request, shuddering with equal measures of fear, anticipation, and longing.“What the hell was wrong with me?” I wondered. I could literally feel the hair on the back of my neck stand up as wave upon wave of exhilarating and excruciating pleasure encompassed my entire body. It twitched as I wrapped my hand around it. She chuckled lightly as I shook through my orgasm. “Let’s draw a bath and get cleaned up a bit,” she whispered, finally withdrawing from me. Dao-Ming stood stock still behind me, hands on my hips as she physically felt my pleasure at her intrusion.

Indian Housewife In Pink Sari Seduces Passionately