Indian masturbating/dirtytalking
The sultry South Indian beauty lay sprawled across her king-sized bed, her lithe body glistening with a sheen of sweat. The dim light from her bedside lamp cast a golden glow over her lush curves, accentuating every dip and crevice. She was dressed in nothing but a flimsy cotton sari, the sheer fabric barely covering her assets. Her pert breasts threatened to spill out of the low-cut neckline, and her taut midriff was exposed, allowing tantalizing glimpses of her navel piercing. The sari was hitched up around her thick thighs, revealing the lacy edge of her skimpy thong.
She looked like a goddess, adored by millions of men who appreciated her exotic appeal. But today, she was not the—or her adoring fans. Today, she indulged in some much-needed “me time,” away from the prying eyes and gossip columns.
Texting her phone, the object of this starlet’s fantasy, before they connected and her show began. “What are you waiting for, you naughty boy? Can you see what I’m wearing? Feel free to imagine touching those forbidden curves.”
The deity of Indian desire cocked her head to one side, a coy smile playing on her full, glossy lips as she “entered” diesel building, decked in Indian attire her body lime- white sari was anointed on lewdly sagging busts, Dark nipples peeking out transparently from pristine sari, Draped over swelling bosom and draping voluptuous hips and gap-baring thighs.
Nimble fingers tweaking out erect nipples, Addressing her lover in her native tongue, ” delineate mines pussy Eater”. With three fingers slurping out her sopping quim like a popsicle, Flavor bursting on pouty Italian fingers. Her amazing mastery tempts her “pussy slave” like forgetfulness, that in their nuance tryst Devonshire Sir doesn’t talk much.
As she tugged at her mop of black hair and … , then her hand was in view as her nimble digits roamed over her chest, tweaking her tits under her sari, moving lower as her hand disappeared beneath the fabric of her garment.
Her sari slipped down around her waist, revealing her large, perfectly rounded breasts, surmounted by stiff peaks and areolae, and she began to spread her legs wider apart as they watched this goddess in the flesh. Her thong looked soaked through now, and her fingers slid beneath it and disappeared between her pussy lips.
“Ohhh, I’m so wet,” she breathed heavily as she plunged two fingers deep into her dripping cunt. “I’m thinking of you sucking and licking my pussy…”
Breathing harder as she pumped into her own hole, “Mmmm, I’m thinking about how badly I want my pussy eaten… will you lick up all my cum? You dirty dog… slobber all over my cunt with your hungry tongue…”
She was really going wild now, her head thrown back, her hips bucking as she finger-fucked her clenching pussy hole with double digits, “Yes! Yesss! I’m gonna cum… I’m gonna cum on your face like a dirty slut…” Her body went rigid with ecstasy, her whole visage painted with orgasmic pleasure, she was thrashing and shaking as if seized by demonic possession. “Oh Fuck! Oh Fuck Fuck Fuck!!!”
In the aftermath, she collapsed limply, flushed and heaving breaths. Silky long tresses clung wetly to her perspiring brow, The fanscircled her enticing cleavage, lushly plump, palm cupping each heavy orb, Underneath Those, the racy depravity of the moment and persistent Nikon functions didn’t let any lick of the starlet go to waste. As the camera whispered and growled delectably, she similarly shot fingers, deliciously hot, out of drop-dead pussy, Tailing it in her three chord cordace, wiping all her squishy creaminess into that brazen, lattice against lattice, Her other hands continued play Soon, WITH ALL this dirty talk and seductive teasing, toying fingers and wetly gushing sex-drive, Doe eyes just couldn’t get enough. Aching for more naughty antics from the diva of depravity.
