He strode up to me like a park ranger. Indian porn His fat prick slopped out of me. Where was the trash can? I’ll scream.”
“You got nothing to scream about. I was too afraid to. You can take the car.”
“Now what kind of fool do you think I am? Seeing me shrink from his imposing presence, he grinned an awful grin. “I don’t care what color you are, Lady, but you got plenty of pussy for my hard peter!”
I think he was complimenting me on the depth of my twat. I writhed from the mixed sensations, irritation to partial pleasure. He grabbed me by the seat of my britches and hauled me to his right. His trousers soon hit the floor. “Stay right there.”
I didn’t dare budge. I wanted to run from the room and cry, but I didn’t have the energy. The door locked behind me. He said. Got that?”
He didn’t wait for an answer. You’re not ready for that.”
“Please. “Un-uh, Lady. “You want a room?” An Asian man sat behind a thick pane of plastic. He bent down and combed the shard of tissue off the bush. He grunted once, and it felt like he was tugging on his trousers.
