Sexy Indian Feet Worshipped

I just stared back, unfettered need burning in my eyes and in my breaths, my chest rising and falling. She kept her eyes locked with mine as she descended to my depths, her muzzle disappearing below my pubis. I heard her take a deep whiff of my nethers, and I felt drops of saliva splatter my petals. I shuddered, enraptured with every sense between my legs. “Do you want me to taste you, Elena?” Yavara asked, her eyes the only feature of her face, her voice a covetous purr, “You have the most delicious looking pussy I’ve ever seen.” I answered her by locking my legs around her head, and forcing her to me. I felt her smile crease my womanhood when her lips pressed to it, and I felt that smile open to yield a slithering tongue. Oh, sweet god! A moan left my mouth as her tongue ran up my slit, my lewd lips opening for her to test the fruit therein. She dipped her member into my presented depths, her lips pressing to my folds, her nose squishing against my engorged clit. She found the spot on my ceiling once more, and her tongue worked my combination in a way her fingers never could. She drew intricate patterns within me, always constant but never the same, each pass of her tongue only worsening the building tension that grew within. Soon, I was writhing, sucking my own fingers mindlessly and twisting about my abdomen as though I could expel the pleasure from my navel. She kept her motions steady even as my locked legs wrenched her trapped head this way and that, reactions I could not control in my fervent need for release. When I was begging at the precipice, she stopped. But it was not for mercy, for her eyes bore nothing but sardonic hunger. I wanted nothing less. Yavara’s tongue ran the length of my slit, then curled around my clit. In one motion, she sucked my bead from its hood and into her mouth, her lips closing about the flesh that stretched thereafter. My moans turned to a single scream of pleasure. She grinned as she performed her magic, her tongue lathering my node, her lips drawing about it, sucking, slurping, further engorging it until it was swollen and throbbing in her mouth. I was helpless, lost in the pressure that mounted amateur between my legs and compelled the lecherous dance of my hips. The motions of her tongue grew more foot fetish frantic, wriggling until I writhed in orgasm, screaming at indian the top of my lungs. She grabbed a pillow and forced it over my face, and I screeched into it, my body bending with a graceful lechery I did not know I possessed. In my final throes of ecstasy, I heard her muffle a wet exclamation as I exploded, arching from the bed in a bow that bent, and bent, and finally, mercifully, boke. I sprawled out, the pillow still pressed against my face, my chest rising and falling to catch desperate breaths. “Um, Elena?” “Yes?” I asked from beneath the fetish pillow. “Do you feel… different?” “I’ve never felt anything quite like that.” I laughed. “That’s not what I mean. I’m going to take the pillow off your face, and I need you to promise me you won’t freak out.” Yavara’s voice was on edge. Had I bled on her? Did I piss myself? Surely it couldn’t be that bad, for I- Yavara removed the pillow from my face, and I screamed. My pale skin was now as bronze as hers, and standing between my legs, was a penis. I gaped at it. It was in place of my clitoris, throbbing and thick, a slightly darker hue than my newly-darkened flesh. “What did you do to me?!” Yavara gazed at my new body in wonder. If we’re lucky, they’ll try to scratch the itch, and only make it worse, but something tells me Freydis isn’t lacking in self-control, and Flora is the same. Chapter 3 Reganald amateur asked tentatively. I want to take things slow and just… you know… let it happen naturally.” My girl looked at me and smiled telling how good thane thought she did cuz I came so hard for her (eye roll) I looked to the door really quick and her sister was gone. That site alone brought him to another orgasm and she didn’t lose a drop pushing him deep into her mouth as she felt his first jet hit her throat. Good thing I have plenty,” I say as reach fetish into the glass. “That's our friend, Kim,” Mandy said with a sigh. Salome Cardozo's Week, Monday A handsome man on either side of me. Oh and they’re going to be naked too!” Mandy grinned indian with her eyes locked on Harry’s crotch, waiting for his pants to drop. She nodded slowly, taking her eyes to mine for just a few seconds before returning to the road. foot fetish Those pictures she texted us had me feeling inspired.” After I finished cleaning myself, I rinsed the washcloth again and took it into the bedroom and handed it to Miriam. The doorman opens and recognizes me, he welcomes me and tells me it's not very busy tonight, he wishes me a pleasant night anyway.