Indian Girls Dad Calls While We Banging

The Indian Girl’s Dad Calls While We’re Banging

Raj was a typical Indian dad, always checking up on his daughter Priya. She was a beautiful 20-year-old college student with an insatiable appetite for black men and their big, thick cocks. Today, Priya had invited me over, a well-endowed African-American guy named Marcus, to her off-campus apartment for some “study time.”

As soon as I walked in, Priya lunged at me, kissing me passionately. Her hands roamed my chest and abs, feeling the muscles she craved. I grabbed her full, round ass, squeezing the firm cheeks. She moaned into my mouth, pressing her body against mine. Our tongues danced, exploring and tasting.

Pulling back, Priya stripped off her skin-tight dress, revealing a lacy black bra and thong. Her large, perky breasts strained against the confines of the bra. She shimmied out of the thong, baring her smooth, hairless pussy.

Unable to resist, I went down on her, burying my face between her thighs. I licked and sucked, flicking my tongue over her sensitive clit. Priya grabbed my head, grinding against me. “Mmmm, fuck yes, eat that pussy!” she cried out.

While I ate her out, Priya pulled out my thick, 10-inch black cock. She stroked it, marveling at the size. Priya bent down, taking me into her warm, wet mouth. Her skilled tongue swirled around my shaft and head. I groaned, grabbing her hair and guiding her.

After a few minutes, Priya stood up and got on the bed on all fours. Her plump ass was presented nicely for me. I got behind her, lining my cock up with her dripping entrance. With one hard thrust, I buried myself in her tight pussy. “Ohhh fuck!” Priya screamed.

I pumped in and out, my large balls slapping against her clit. Priya pushed back, meeting my thrusts. The bed creaked and shook with the force of our fucking. Our moans and grunts filled the room.

Suddenly, Priya’s phone rang. She glanced at the caller ID – it was her dad. “Don’t stop, keep fucking me,” she gasped, hitting the answer button.

“Hi Daddy,” Priya said breathlessly, trying to sound normal.

“Hello sweetie, just calling to check on you. Is everything okay? You sound… flushed.”

“Oh, uh, I’m just doing some yoga. You know how I get all hot and sweaty during savasana,” Priya lied, biting her lip.

I smirked, continuing to rail her hard from behind. Priya’s eyes rolled back in ecstasy but she kept the phone to her ear. “Mmmhmm, mmhhmm,” she replied in fake affirmation to her dad’s words.

The bed shook violently as I pounded Priya’s tight cunt. Her ass jiggled with each thrust. “Looks like you’re quite flexible in that pose,” Raj said.

“Oh yes, very, it really helps loosen me up,” Priya panted, holding back a moan. I reached around, rubbing her clit while I fucked her. She silently mouthed “Fuck, Fuck!”

“Are you okay Priya? You keep letting out these strange noises. Are you trying to impress a boy with your ‘yoga’?” Raj questioned suspiciously.

“N-no Daddy! I’m alone, just, um, breathing heavily in this pose,” Priya managed to say through gritted teeth as she teetered on the edge of an orgasm.

“Okay, well be careful sweetie. Let me know when you’re done with your practice,” Raj said, ending the call.

priya dropped the phone and screamed, “I’m gonna cum! Fuck me harder!” I pounded into her, reaching up to roughly squeeze her hanging tits. She came hard, her pussy clenching around me.

I continued fucking her through her orgasm, then flipped her onto her back. I lifted her thick thighs over my shoulders, aiming my cock at her slippery entrance. I slammed in balls deep and piston pounded her. “Take this big dick, you Indian slut,” I growled.

“Oh fuck, yes! Use my pussy!” Priya cried. I railed her hard and fast, the bed slamming against the wall. Her tits bounced wildly. I felt her pussy spasm and clench around me again as she came a second time.

Needing release myself, I pulled out, stroking my massive cock. Thick ropes of cum splattered across Priya’s face and tits. She opened her mouth, catching some on her tongue. I collapsed next to her, both of us breathing heavily.

“No one fucks me like you do, Marcus,” Priya purred, cleaning my cum off her face. “I better text Daddy back and let him know I’m done with yoga for today.” She giggled wickedly. Never in her wildest dreams did Raj imagine what ‘yoga’ his daughter was really into.