relax your ass… Indian sex I released my hold on Debbie’s head and she gasped for air. She was fairly petite, but her muscular body weighed more than I expected.
“What are you doing? you want me to fuck you HARD?!? You make me really sore!” I wasn’t sure if she was talking to me or Denise. There is no possible way I could sneak back into the house at this hour and looking like this with a reasonable explanation… I grabbed her swinging breasts and pulled on them… milking them like I had seen her do. She moved slowly at first, but after a bit she started rocking harder down on the plastic dick and harder down on my cock until it started hitting the back of her throat.
Debbie really started slamming her mouth down on me, ramming down on my cock harder and harder until I was expecting it to pop into her throat. It all looked like fun until I saw her pull out a harness of some sort. Did you cum?”
I pulled my cock out of her pussy and laughed a little, “I’m not sure I can again! After I bought this, ass-fucking him with it was the only kind of sex he liked.
