Filthy Tamil whispers live on camera

It tasted like nothing really, much like licking a sweater, I supposed, and he didn’t seem to be shedding or anything, so I licked him some more, wondering if he’d enjoy it. It was pink and tender, and my labia were still swollen and somewhat distended, pulled out a little so they looked strange. Indianporn Inside too I was red and a little swollen maybe, although it was hard to tell. I didn’t know what it was, but it was like chunks of moist sausage or something, mixed with hard crunchy bits that had a strange taste to it. “Just watch the boys, they’ll teach you just fine.”
That wasn’t exactly the answer I wanted to hear, but it was the only one I was getting apparently. Except I hadn’t been thoroughly fucked that night, just fondled and kissed and brought to orgasm repeatedly without understanding how or why.