Desi Neighborhood Bhabhi’s Wild Ride

“Honey I’m home.”
He chuckles at his own awful joke. Indian porn videos I almost collapse but I know better than to move out of the position I’ve been ordered into. Waiting. He raises his eyebrow, so I begin to suck tasting the unmistakable liquid of my own making. I can feel the blood rising to the surface at his touch, leaving red marks behind. The underwear I’ve worn throughout the day in the corner of the room. Rifling in the bag I didn’t notice he had left by the door. And so I walk forward, taking my time, teasing him. “Please… Please, let me cum?” I manage to beg. I crawl between his legs and place my hands on his trousers, over his cock. I feel his cock slam against my cervix, this sharp pain is all I need to push me over the edge and I begin to cum.