I tightened my grip on
her hair, causing her to wince in pain and forcing her to relent, parting her lips to allow the thick, hard shaft into her warm,
wet mouth. Tossing her keys on the counter, she strolled across the floor heading straight for her bedroom
and the prospect of her warm, soft bed. Bhabhi sex “I can take it.” “I’m sure you can,” I replied with a subtle laugh. “SMACK.”
“SMACK” Again I struck, Paris’s gasping mouth blurting out a muffled, moaning “AAAAAAAHHHHHhhhh” squeal. Although her face was buried in the couch, she could feel my lecherous eyes roaming her body. “Mmm,” I sighed as I watched the spit trickle down over her little pink star. My other hand twisted in her hair, providing traction as I pulled her back with every forceful stroke my
muscular hips provided.
