He doesn’t even flinch. Indian hot xxx But its gone. For a few seconds, I lift my head and search for it with my tongue. But I’m skinny, with an athletic body, only weighing one hundred and fifteen pounds at five feet two inches tall. In my driveway there is an unfamiliar white van. As the covers are pulled away, your hands yank my shirt up over my head. Beyond gagging, I moan and make humiliating gargling noises, praying that he’ll stop.
Suddenly I feel someone pulling my body up. It’s why you’ve come for me.
Next my panties are ripped off and your fingers are pushing into my most secret place. Despite the cock in my mouth, I manage a pained scream. Your dick replaces the one before it and I suck you eagerly. You readily fling my naked body into his eager hands. At least that’s what I tell myself.
“Alright honey, time for a ride,” you order as you lift me gruffly from the bed. I want them to stop, they can’t touch me this way without my permission. Even though I should hate feeling your fingers force themselves inside me, I moan quietly.
