Indian Aunty Gets Undressed At Home

His thumb was twirling around her exquisitely sensitive nerve bundle even as those fingers fucked her in short, violent little bursts. Kareena’s hands clenched the mattress as her breathing quickened. She looked up into the General’s strangely calm, and – for now – guileless face. “Are you going to come for me, slut? It’s okay. Surrender to my touch. I give you permission.” The girl’s delicate face contorted with rising pleasure. General Aamir’s fingers and thumb worked overtime, pummeling that young clit and pussy as he held her gutted gaze. Kareena’s hands were fisted up now with white-knuckled intensity on the bed sheets as she thrust her snatch down hard, engulfing Aamir’s fingers even as they stabbed up into her damp folds. And now the orgasm ripped through her like a surge of energy, her cunt twitching eagerly around her rapist’s fingers. The girl’s head slammed backward onto the mattress reality as she let out a squeal. Kareena’s nipples were pebbling up hard as she came, her fluids streaming onto the General’s fingers and onto the sheets, a torrent of sticky, pungent, feminine cream. “Oh god,” the 18-year-old slave girl gasped, still panting from her climax. “Thank you, Master.” But suddenly mature General Aamir’s gaze narrowed with something that was the very opposite of calm. “Do not thank me yet, bitch. You had your pleasure. Now I’ll take mine.” So saying, he tipped the candle without warning. Despite the ring of cardboard around the candle to catch the wax, fresh driblets of hot wax now dripped down directly onto the girl’s clit. “AAAAAYYYYYYY!” Kareena screamed. The sexy brunette’s entire body amateur flailed as if she were being electrocuted. “Now that makes my dick hard,” the General growled, his hand pinning her to the bed by her slender neck as he poured more wax onto indian her belly. “AAAYYY PLEASE STOP! PLEASE!” She looked around as if to make sure we were reality alone, I could see the alcohol soaked thoughts tumbling in her eyes then she answered “But you have to use something.” But let's face it. Even now, microscopic copies of itself were wriggling in the greenish goo, deep in the girl’s womb. Just youthful energy. “Not quite yet, Angela. Don't worry, I've already taught her how to use the toilet, and she needs to sleep in a bathtub filled with wet towels. Lucky for him, he found her.” I couldn't help staring at my own perfect girl and smiling. Just climb in and enjoy yourself.” We’re not that far from my house. She was such a loving sister. I’ll have to grind the base against my clit.” that rod of yours is enormous!" he said now wanking on his shaft and looking at Emelie now focusing in on two cocks! Lucie smiled, "If it goes now as it did then? Grasping my hard shaft Lamb mature stroked me as we moaned together with the delights of pleasure we provided amateur each other. “She won't succumb,” said Macie, grabbing my hand. Why can’t girls just use indian pockets? She is 5’ 7”, hot as all get out and has double D’s. “She . . . “Mom I can’t even jerk off!” I exclaimed. I showered with such haste, coming out feeling energize. The activity has increased within the house I can sense it. Squat low enough to keep it inside you." “Not into me quickly enough,” she replied licking her lips. As she moved, Lily pulled a key from her pocket, then slid it into the lock.