My Stepsister’s Husband Couldn’t Resist Me – Our Steamy Hindi Whispers Made It Even Hotter

Their mouths parted in identical vacant smiles and they looked at me without recognition. He wouldn’t even let me call my sisters by their real names. Indian XXX He strut about like a professor giving a lecture, and I found myself hypnotized by the steady swing of something solid in his sweatpants, something long and limp, reaching far down his leg. As much as I wished I could tear myself away, I couldn’t. “Please leave them alone.”
His lips twisted in a smile, and as I looked on my sisters’ lips plumped up into fat pink pillows designed for cock sucking. First their hair grew to their mid-back and became golden blond. All skin and bone but with no curves, I wasn’t even a real woman anymore. I picked them up right after I dropped you off here. I noticed that Cari no longer rested on her knees to stuff her drooling mouth into my snatch, because now I had an ass that gradually lifted my hips off the table, making it so that she could simply crouch and still remain lip-locked with my cunt. There wasn’t a single window, and all along the walls were peculiar devices I could only think of as bondage machines. I knew it wasn’t really me that wanted this, that it was simply some sick mind game of his,