Desire Of An Indian Housewife

“Bitch!” Andre screamed as he backhanded the teen. Her tits bounced with each violent thrust of his cock. “You idiot fucking fuck-hole!” He grabbed her hair and yanked her to her feet once more, delivering another hard slap. He rammed his cock down her throat over and over, with such force that his hairy balls slapped hard against her chin. Being naked in front of men still didn’t make her feel good. The muscles in her legs were thrust to the breaking point and the weight of the fat man’s belly forced her hard onto the bed. Scarlett’s hopes that he wouldn’t be one of the violent ones were fading fast as she got slapped once more by the fat man. “I’m still hard,” he said as he pushed off her.

Desire Of An Indian Housewife

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