Indian University Student Intimate Encounter With Clear Hindi Dialogue

She is given a special slime up her bumhole. His whispers softly and intimately, his slimy tongue pokes into her ear. The cock is so, so ready. Used lips. She sits and she stinks in the hot smelly chamber for several days. The foetid sludge dribbles down the back of her head. The cock thrusts. Soon, the thick sludge will fill her head with a new brain, a pure brain, a wonderful brain that thinks only what is correct. She screams. It stinks of a female who thinks she can dance like sex, almost naked below the hips except for a few strips of lycra to stop everyone perving on the holes between her hips. The Master sucks, and sucks through the pipe, the meat rises slowly out of the female’s head like a thick milkshake made of thoughts and personality.