Stunning Indian Beauty Live On Cam #2

I turned and felt him standing behind me. “Hello, this is Beth.” I said. I didn’t answer. I bent over so my arse was high and my head was low. He only fucked my throat for a few seconds before pulling out and moving back. Already I needed to touch my hard clit. “How extreme?”
“Nothing crazy.” Mr. “Well, well, well, Elizabeth. “Of course, Beth.” Mr. You were number 10. Newark stopped to switch on a lamp. “Stand up.” He demanded. I looked at the display. “Very rough sex.”
I didn’t know what to make of that, really. He grabbed at my tits and proceeded to fuck me harder than I’d ever been fucked in my life. “Do you want me… “You’re my whore now.” He said, moving his hips rhythmically. “Hello, this is Beth.” I said. He offered me a glass of whiskey and I took it. “What was that, Whore?” Donald asked. Newark” it said. I had long suspected that there was something slightly wrong with me in that I was very turned on by the idea of rough sex, but this was on a new level.