Bollywood Princess Express The Dancing Ritual

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"No... that's too much! Easy, please! Oh, fuck, yes, harder!" My mistress no longer made sense, but no sense was needed, except in her ass and cunt. Long, juicy strokes parting her anus. Short, violent bursts shaking her pussy. Nothing else mattered. Martin lay over my mistress, muffling her pleas with his tongue. Squeezed between two giant German men, fucked enthusiastically, with no chance of escape, she had no choice but to come. "Mercy... please don't stop now... go harder... go easy... love me! Love me!" An owl hooted somewhere far in the surrounding darkness. Two spent men glided the limp lady easily off their glistening shafts. Martin took me in his right hand, draped my mistress over his wide shoulders, and walked to the blanket, where Ingrid slept soundly. But she wasn't alone there. A sexy, little vixen body, covered in stylized birds, was laying beside her. Two black cherry eyes drowned us in an intoxicated gaze. Angelika. "Want some Schwarzwald fun, you two?" she gurgled. Ab meSoch rahi thi ki agar m,e apne sanskaro me fasi rehti to mujkhe pata hi na chalta ki jindgi ka asli maja kya ha relty me life kese ji jati hai ab usne meri yoni ko adhe ghante tak chata mere pati ne aisa kabhi nahi kiya tha aur mene bhi uske lund ko khub chata aisa anubhav agar kisi aurast ne na liya ho to usne asli chudai he nai krai mujhe aaj ehsaas hua aur ab wo mujhe utha kar ghar ke har kone me chodne laga me apni khushi ka izhaar uske saath pura coperate kar ke dikha rahi thiUsne bola ki bhabhi mene nahi socha tha ki aap meri expectation se 1000 guna jyada garm hai aap tab chudne k liye tyaer nai thi esa lagta tha ki aap me sex desire hi kam hai kyonki mere har dost ki bhabhi usse se chudti thi pehle me app ko us nazar se nai dekhta tha magar mujhe dhire 2 aap se pyar ho gaya ab usne meri gaand me lun d dalne ki ichha zahir ki pichhe dalwane se bahut dard hota hai aur figure bhi bigad jati mene kaha aisa mene suna hai magar devar ne kaha pehliBaar dard jada hoga bhabhi.
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