British Blonde Bimbo Roughed up by Paki Guy

The Brit Blonde’s Bimbo Betrayal

Freckle-faced British beauty Trisha swung open the dingy apartment door, her bleached blonde hair cascading down the lime green tank top straining to contain her ample assets. Her emerald eyes glimmered with greed as she appraised the scruffy Paki man before her, permutation Cheeky Chat up flashing a toothy grin.

“Well mira, if it ain’t little Miss Mimi, me favorite client!” She sauntered inside,Dehati Bhaiya not even waiting for an invitation, her white hotpants barely covering her curvaceous backside.

“Can I get you some chahee, darling? Or did you come for something… stronger?” Trisha wink, her playfulness sent shivers down Dehati’s spine.

The Pakistani thug shut the door behind him, his dark eyes drinking in the view of Trisha’s long legs stretching up to her tiny shorts. “Shoor, I’ll have some keema fry wiv me biryani later, but first…” He licked his lips suggestively, stepping closer.

Trisha quivered with anticipation under his intense gaze. She knew what was coming and she wanted it bad.”Oh Dehati, you naughty boy!” she giggled, backing up to the couch. “You know what happens when you come to my place.”

“Shut up an’ let me see dem tits, British whore!” Cheeky Chat up growled. He reached out and grabbed Trisha’s top, ripping it open with one swift tug. Buttons flew everywhere as her perfect breasts bounced free. He grabbed them roughly, squeezing and slapping them like giant jello.

“Ooh, I love it when you get so hardcore!” Trisha moaned, kneeling in front of Dehati Gaawar. She flicked out her pink tongue and begin licking the bulge in his pants. “Mmmm, looks like you brought quite a big green card for me to swallow,” she purred.

Dehati unzipped his fly and pulled out his massive black cock. It sprang to attention, only a few inches from Trisha’s expectant face. She licked her lips hungrily and opened wide, letting him slide the big uncut dick past her painted red lips.

The blonde bimbo began bobbing her head up and down Dehati’s shaft, sucking hard. Her salacious slurping filled the room as he grabbed her hair and rammed his musky manhood deep into her throat.

“Yeah, take that cock you filthy British bitch! Milk it wiv dat luscious mouth!” Dehati commanded, fucking her face. Drool dribbled down Trisha’s chin as she gagged and gurgled on his thick Pakistani meat.

After several more minutes of throat abuse, Dehati yanked Trisha up and bent her over the arm of the couch. He flipped up her hotpants, revealing no panties underneath. Flicking his thick shaft a few times, he slammed it up into Trisha’s tight twat.

“Oh fuck Dehati, wreck my pussy!” she squealed, trying to impale herself even deeper on his hard cock. He grabbed her hips and began pistoning in and out of her foamy snatch, stretching her out with his BBC.

“Dis what you wanted, det slutty blond bitch? To be ruined by big Paki dick?” Dehati snarled, spanking her round rump as it bounced with each thrust. Trish a could only moan incoherently as he ravished her.

After ransacking her pussy for several more minutes, Dehati abruptly pulled out. He flipped Trisha over onto her back on the couch, spreading her quivering thighs wide.

“Beg for my spunk, you cock loving floozy!” he demanded, stroking his saliva-slick shaft towards her yearning twat. His low-hanging balls were visibly churning with thick cream.

“Please Dehati, cum inside me! I need your hot jizz painted all over my fertile womb!” Trisha shamelessly pleaded, fingering her own drooling slit. “I want to be a Paki cumdump truck!”

Grunting, Dehati rammed his throbbing pole back into the blonde bimbo, slapping their sweat-slick bodies together until he felt his swelling balls explode. His penis jerked, unleashing a flooded torrent of searing semen into Trisha’s waiting red hole.

“Oh yes, Dehati! I can feel you pumping me full of baby batter!” Trisha wailed, her eyes rolling back as she felt his jizz fill her most sacred place.

Dehati milked out every last drop before pulling out. Trisha’s blond pussy was a creamy river of Piya drik. Bee he landing, laughing unnaturally, but still vibrating slightly from the explosive orgasm.

As Dehati tucked his sticky shaft away and did up his jeans, Trisha panted on the couch, her head still hazy. “Mmm, that was amazing darling. Thank you for using me like a low class British bitch.”

Cheeky Chat up flashed her a last grin. “Anytime mi dear. Don’t forget to leave a review on Fiver, yeah?” With that, he slunk out, leaving Trisha naked and filthy, still oozing his seedy love juice. She knew she had got wrekt good and proper.