White blokes And Indians 02 - Dipti

“This has been left behind by another Indian Sex member” Pavel told him, indicating with a nod the forlorn and wounded slave sitting at his feet. “How inconvenient for you, Sir” he responded, rubbing his hands together unctuously. “I shall have her chained in the basement until he returns”. He clicked his fingers and two long-legged servants appeared to lead a compliant Doulé away. “May I assist you with anything else? A nightcap? A taxi”? “If you would please have them bring my coat” Ingrid said. “That will be all” Pavel confirmed, and the man hurried away. Ingrid reached across the table and drew one perfect red fingernail gently down the back of his hand. He suppressed a shiver; her touch had electrified him. “My apartment is very close” she murmured. “The building used to be a music college” she went on, pakistani archly, “and the bedroom is still completely soundproofed. But I won’t cry out”. “You will” he said, warmly returning her smile. “Pavel” Ingrid had gasped when he released his grip on her throat and leant back to pull his cock from her arse, spending copiously over her cruelly striped belly while looking deep into her eyes. It had been a novel experience for him to whip and bugger a woman purely for his own pleasure, something he had not done since losing Eva. It was also the first time he had been able to put Eva from his mind and find physical release. Now he felt weak from the intensity of his ejaculation, weakened and hugely relaxed as he sat slumped against a pile of pillows on Ingrid’s futon with her blonde head resting in his lap. She stretched out one long, shapely leg and winced, grinning ruefully as her fingers traced the weals and cuts that wrapped around her calves and thighs. “I was a brute” he said lightly. “A magnificent brute” she replied. “But my poor throat is raw from screaming for mercy”. He stroked her hair. “I can hurt you in other ways, without leaving marks” he said, reaching idly to flick at a nipple. “Tell exotic me” she sighed, stretching luxuriously. “What else will you do to me”? “Tell you stories - until I grow hard for you again,” he laughed “and then do something brutal – to satisfy your shameful cravings”? “Yes” she breathed, her eyes twinkling, and ran her fingers through his soft chest hair. “Let’s share our darkest, filthiest fantasies until you are overcome with brute passion and satisfy my shameful cravings”. She pouted up at him and he felt a stirring deep inside, despite his utter satiation. “I’d love it if you treated my breasts the way you did that little slave girl in the club” she said, her tongue and lips lingering over the word - love . “Oh, I shall” he smiled, seizing a nipple between thumb and forefinger to tweak it until she heaved a painful breath. “And your cunt, too. Perhaps I will master your shameful cravings by stapling your labia together and drenching your crotch with hot wax”. He ran his fingers through her bollywood fine blonde pubes and she squirmed in delight like a pampered cat. “So, I shall be utterly yours?” she asked, letting her thighs fall open and melting into his lap. “Perhaps I will whore you” he replied. “I have been treating you india like a princess, whipping you in private where nobody can see or hear. You should be degraded and humiliated, soiled and abused like the crawling pain slut that you are”. His hand closed around a fistful of her hair, tugging her head up from his lap. I pakistani plunged with force into her as I Indian Sex manipulated those hard nubs. If it wasn’t for his outside interests he would have left her years ago, that and a considerable portion of his fortune gone as well. Also, exotic don't look at me, none of this is for you," she hissed, turning so he couldn't see her ass. Alda was naked, now, from head to foot, her wrists bound over her head in heavy shackles attached to a long chain anchored in the ceiling far above her head. She stood there, droplets of water running from her hair, over her face and over her upthrust breasts. From the amount of fluid in her, I realized that Blue had filled her and then some. Please untie me and let me clean up and get out of this smelly shit, please I beg you.” Jim asks. A little red Ford Focus pulled up to me with the window rolled down and I heard a very light almost feminine voice say "are you James? This is hot. She got into india a regular rhythm and it felt great. I do not belong in this conversation nor bollywood do I wish to be.”