Indian Babe Priya Rai

His age seemed to catch up to him, as he was experiencing its symptoms. “Staying on, sweetheart,” said Hunter, biting her earlobe. His tongue lapped the exquisite wetness of her lips and the surrounding skin with a certain hunger. “Alicia—get off my bed,” was the only thing that Hunter could respond with. Her hair was knotted, her chest had remnants of her saliva, the corners of her mouth had more saliva and some remaining cum. “And I have to say, you’re right. It was amazingly hot and tighter than he had expected. She was easy to knead; her hair continued to be used. Hunter pulled out at this and examined her mouth. Hunter climbed off the bed, propping Alicia’s back on pillows against the bedpost. He felt Alicia digging her fingernails into his thigh, trying to find a way to keep holding on. Hunter pulled out, exhaling deep breaths and savored the sight of his cum dripping out of her pussy and onto his bedsheets.