I heard her murmur as I pulled her skirt up over the back of her thighs. Indian sex Her inner thighs were bruised and I could see my cum seeping out her battered hole. She grabbed for her ankles, pulling her legs wide. “So,” I swung the stiff shaft through the air making it whistle, “I see you got the strong clamps.” They were actually industrial clamps, not really for bdsm, but worked fine nonetheless, especially for a needy painslut like Anna. “You know you’ll be punished later then.”
“Yes Master.” She didn’t seem to upset either way. “I wasn’t asking if this was the first time you watched them here, I want to know how often you watch this type of stuff?” I smiled and scraped the nail my index finger against her panties. I set her on the couch in the little seating area I had to talk with clients. I don’t know why today, but I’d never felt the degree of instant lust, the fire that I felt at that moment with this girl.
