I removed my hand and as Kira attempted to cry out it was replaced with pure vodka. “What the fuck! Indian xxx hd Meet Kira. Now mind you I’m not a professional back in the day. Her face grew flushed and mascara ran down her cheeks as George came, and in seconds the Quarterback was on her, his method more close range, humping her in a bear like grip. It gets old, boring, dull even. “So point me to the door and get out.” She says, slightly slurred. “George has the upstairs entrance locked. Kira is less stable than she was an hour ago, legs slightly wobbled on heels. I can feel the spittle from her scream into my hand as I thrust into her for a third time. While I run my business pretty tight, I enjoy my product as well. You can’t claim rape after a night of bad choices.”
The videos made their way to every spank bank, and Kira was no longer known as the It girl, but the slutty party girl. I like a bit of activity in my night. Today I’m in the mood to reminisce about my first forced fuck, because honestly, for many reasons, it’s still one of my favorites.
