Indian Air Hostess Gets Banged

“That's it,” I moaned she made such sloppy, sucking sounds. “Oh, yes, you are proving that you're my slut. My sex slave.” She moaned about my dick, her passion humming about the sensitive tip. God, casting it felt great. I could feel how much she ached to obey me. How much she sincerely believed that she was my whore now. This was so amazing. The hottest girl in school was threesome my slut. My cock-worshiping whore. “You'd do anything for me,” I groaned. “Wouldn't you?” Her mouth popped off my dick with a wet plop so she could moan, “I would, Master! Anything!” She engulfed my dick again, her lips ceiling tight about my shaft. Her tongue fluttered as she bobbed her head, twisting and shifting her pose. She juicy rubbed the sensitive tip of my dick against the amateur roof of her mouth and the sides of her cheeks. Her eyes stared up at me the entire time, her emerald depths burning with a feverish light. I gripped her blonde ponytail cumshot tight. I owned her now. My nuts grew tighter and tighter. Again I got embarrassed at the thought of my father seeing me naked, but I liked him seeing me. Katie was already on her back and her nipples were hard. That brought out an instant response from Sally, "Rico, what are you doing? I hesitated and had a million butterflies in my stomach. “No, Mistress,” I said. I broke our kiss, moved lower, and took her hard brown nipple into my mouth flicked it with my tongue. That's where the heart is. She’d seen it all a thousand times of course, every inch of Gia intimate and up close, threesome but even now the sight of her olive skin, lush curves and thick cock made her forget to breathe for a moment, too taken in by her beauty and raw sexuality. I can’t ask anyone else, and I just want to know how it feels like. And her mom would never let us in the house alone with the door closed. “Well no I didn’t, but…” He tried to amateur juicy respond but was cut cumshot casting off once more.