The Making Of Indian Girl

I could never remember her wearing anything bright and vibrant. I knew once she'd had a taste for things like this, she'd love them."Look and see what else is in there," I said as I gestured to the same package. She reached further down and pulled out two little skirts I'd picked out for her."Oh Andy, they're so cute," she exclaimed as she held up one at a time. The first one was a faded denim miniskirt. It would fit nicely about her trim matronly waist and wide womanly hips. It wasn't one of. It had an essence of a sexual playground. Soft cheesy music was playing, as if taken from a porn movie. Not surprisingly, anyone in the room would be left with images of people fucking erotically.Further back from the bed was a spot where the dim light barely reached. A man wearing a business suit sat on a formal chair, as if waiting for a movie premiere to begin. Beside him was a small glass table, also barely visible in the darkness. Two champagne glasses sat on top of the table, and the. Eventually, he hit bottom. His dick was buried deep in her, his balls rested against her pussy. Her loud scream had turned into a crying whimper. He could see the tears rolling down her face in the mirror. Between the sweat and tears, a lot of the cum from before had slid off her face. With his free hand, he groped one of her butt cheeks, which looked a bit warped right now due to the massive cock in her ass. She was still moving around as best as she could, adding to his pleasure.“Bet that. It was just like a burning feeling. He moved it in a little at a time. Grunting lightly with each little push. I felt like it was taking forever so I pushed back with both legs and that hurt so much. I let out a yelp of surprise. “Shh… It’s in now, it’s ok, don’t be scared.” He pushed all the way against me; forcing me against the pillow. It was so painful. He stayed like that for a while, then he started to wiggle around in a circular motion. I could feel his balls rubbing against my ass.
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