Interracial south indian sucking white guy
The sultry South Indian beauty swayed her wide, curaceous hips as she sauntered into the dimly lit room, her dark eyes smoldering with untamed desire. The cusp of her voluptuous breasts, barely concealed by a tight, low-cut blouse, heaved with each provocative step. She was a vision of exotic allure – an alluring siren beckoning an eagerly awaiting white man.
The dazzling South Indian temptress kneeled before him in a trice, her generous backside temptation personified as it protruded enticingly. In the flickering candlelight, her rich brown skin seemed to glow, a striking contrast to the pale, eager man. She traced a manicured finger along his bulging length, still hidden within confining fabric, relishing his shuddered response.
Slowly, excruciatingly so, she unfurled the first button of his pants, only to sadistically snap it back into place. She knew he ached for her touch, craved the heat of her mouth enveloping him, but she teased ruthlessly. Another button yielded, then another, until finally his throbbing manhood spilled forth, twitching with need.
The Southern belle nuzzled her silken cheek against his engorged tip, breathing in his ragged breathing. Softly, she tasted him, tracing the outline of his cockhead with the tip of her tongue. His hips bucked involuntarily and she chuckled in deep appreciation of her control over him. Her large, almond eyes danced with wicked mirth as she looked up at him from beneath thick lashes.
“Mmmm…” she purred enticingly. “You’re so hard for me, baby… I can feel you pulsing with desire…” Her rich, sultry voice was like warm honey dripping over his senses. Impatiently, she yanked down the remainder of his trousers, baring taut thighs and a trim waist. Relishing what would come next, she licked her plump lips.
Ensnaring her warm hands conjointly about his rigid member, she fed the head into her heated mouth, gripping his base with one hand. Savoring the flavours of his essence and her spit, she dragged her tongue along his shaft as she pulled away slowly. Her well-shaped mouth enclosed over him again, sheathing him midway and massaging him with cheeks, teeth and tongue in unison.
Her motions were graceful, fluid, and utterly consuming. Bobbing rhythmically, she took more of him into the tight, wet cavern of her throat with each descent, expertly deepthroating him. Her fingers dug into his buttocks as she urged him deeper, craving more of his yard long pole in her talented mouth.
As she worked him over, one hand crept between her thighs, shoving the crotch of her lacy thong aside. Her deft fingers fondled her slick folds, dipping inside and withdrawal sticky digits. She whimpered around his cock, the vibrations delighting them both.
The man’s grunts grew closer together as she ministered to him, a sign of his swift approach towards orgasm. Vigorously, she pumped his engorged shaft, her tongue curling about him. His balls tightened as molten lava travelled up the shaft and he threw back his head with a strangled roar as she used him for her pleasure.
Great bursts of cum flooded her sucking mouth and she gulped greedily, swallowing his load. She lapped at him until he was fully spent, releasing him from her sensual torture only when she had milked him of every last drop. As he slumped back in exhaustion, she licked her lips with supreme satisfaction, savoring his flavour.
Rising unsteadily to her feet, the dusky vixen traced a finger under his chin and smiled wickedly. “That was just a little teaser, sweetie…” she breathed seductively. “Wait until you feel my tight, wet pussy squeezing your big white cock… But first, I think it’s your turn to worship me, don’t you?”
She turned in a slow circle, giving him an eyeful of lush curves, and sauntered off towards the bedroom, her plump rump swaying hypnotically, a naughty invitation in the sweet sway of her hips. The white man followed, eager and hard once more. He knew his thorough debauchery at the hands of his exotic lover had only just begun…
