Yummy Pussy From India

She drove, her hands gripping the steering wheel, her knuckles white. She slipped out of her conservative clothing, her body bare and vulnerable. She swallowed, her body shaking with need, her pussy clenching around nothing. She reached for him, her hand wrapping around his length, her thumb brushing over the wetness at the tip. Marcus leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear. “You’re ours now, Kayla. She shrugged out of the straps, the dress falling to her waist, her back arched, her ass pushed out. She’d never seen anything like it—row after row of massive black cocks, thick and veiny, stretching across her husband’s screen. She pulled over, her hands shaking as she reached for her phone. Marcus smiled, his fingers lingering on her cheek. You understand?”

She nodded, her body trembling with anticipation, her mind racing with a mix of fear and excitement. They climbed onto the stage, their eyes locked onto Kayla, their mouths curved in hungry smiles. They took the stage, and Kayla’s night, to the next level. But today, something shifted. She slid the lace over her skin, the touch electric, her nipples hardening