Her head sags. Her nipples ache. Indian sex video Mammalian. Her fingertips barely push. Tears picked up the pigment from her makeup- that he’d had to stipulate, out of irritated necessity, should not be waterproof- and rivulets of her teary mascara and snot adorning his cock rewarded him. A topiarist, clipping and wiring branches to compel that perfect unnaturally natural form, for the admiration of the visitors to a garden. As he turned his fingers inside her, the pads of his tips enjoyed the change in texture from smooth and slippery, to undulating furrows. Black whorls of haem: breasts; thighs; buttocks; obstinate and rude; cartographic; a quiet narrative tale of her adventure and acquiescence. Why does her brain want to get away from this source of undoubted pleasure, albeit inflicted as opposed to nurtured onto her? As if on cue, he utters:
‘Don’t you fucking dare.’
‘Don’t you fucking dare, you ingrate. A topiarist, clipping and wiring branches to compel that perfect unnaturally natural form, for the admiration of the visitors to a garden. Push inside me.’
One, then two, then three fingers crammed happily, far-too-tightly inside.
