Forbidden Dance From India

He’d never known Anne so eager. Even earlier that day, when she’d pulled her panties aside while bent over the chair, she’d been less horny than...now. Anne’s left hand slid inside his shirt, having undone two of his buttons. Stan moaned as her fingers played with the hair there. All the while Anne was playing at his crotch. She slid down the zipper of his trousers and pushed her right hand inside, feeling for his dick. ‘Anne, if you don’t stop…’ Her only answer was to slide to her knees. She. The inside was wet and slippery but thick, clinging to my fingers, even as I pulled them back out before plunging again into the snug, soft interior. Velvet walls hugged my finger as I slipped it in, and out, pushing it deeper and deeper into my box. This was heavenly, but still I wanted more. Another finger slipped beside the first, now there were two fingers sliding in, and out. I whimpered a little as I rammed them deep into me. It still wasn't enough. Those fingers pushed at my walls and. More

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