Dripping Wet and Desperate at Work

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I wanted to pull away, but she wanted me to drink her piss. I trembled and fell to my knees. Indian porn The sirens were close, a car pulled to a stop. My pussy dripped into my leotard, and I ignored my own longing, only wanting to satisfy my Goddess. “That’s it,” she cooed. What was—
“Oh, Lord, what happened!” I gasped. Her accent was gone, and she sounded almost continental, a refined quality Darleen, despite being the Mayor’s daughter, had never possessed. “Such a pretty mouth,” she purred. My tongue licked out, salty cum and and spicy pussy coated my tongue. “Together you came into this world
Together shall you depart, arms entwined
Life dedicated to one man
For your love shall you die,
The drink shall be bitter,
but eternity shall be your reward.”
“Together?” Rhonda-May asked.