All I cared about was that there was nothing that blocked the view of her luscious ass. Indian porn It looked like they were really getting into it and both were starting to pant and moan when Mike interrupted with a curt, “Save it for the paying customers, ladies,” and both scampered off into the darkness. I heard her cry out, “Oh, oh, oh, ooooooh, Pete, you feel so good in my ass!”
That got my attention. Mike was rubbing me all over my body, and I mean ALL over. There was a rinky-tink piano played by a grizzled old black man who looked like he had been playing in whore house parlors most of his life. By the time the second song finished, I was almost out of my head and bucking and thrashing trying to get inside of her. The platform was the same, but the restraint beams were different. It was almost too much to endure. She clenched her muscles or something and her puckered little back hole closed just like an eye winking at me. “Pete. … And just like the night before, Mike was suddenly there next to me with a note.
