“She knows better than to risk this, calling me at this hour when my wife is home.”
A half hour later you see lights in your rear-view mirror and your heart pounds. I pull the torn edges of your shirt over your bruised breasts and brush the hair that is sticking in your tears from your cheeks. Indian sex Lock your doors and you should be OK.” I say as I hangup abruptly. Thinking it will help you cautiously slide your hand on my thigh, inching it up to my cock. I grunt loudly as I slam harder and harder in your tight hole. I spread your full cheeks and spit on your puckered hole. “Thank you so much for coming to get me, please don’t be mad.” You start to sob next to me as I start the car. You taste the dried semen from your earlier sex with Dustin and sob into the cloth. Lock your doors and you should be OK.” I say as I hangup abruptly. My hand drags my belt out of my pants and I raise it high.
