In my imagination I swallowed eagerly to keep up, but right now, in real life, I don’t even need to swallow. Momentarily, I feel the toe of his Salvatore Farragamo against the back of my head, pushing my cheek to the ground. Indian XXX I want to suck him off. I fish out what I’m after, giving him a stroke. I posture up yet again, my naked breasts slide against his rough denim, and encounter his finger on my lips. Not just yeah but hell yeah. He guides me between his legs and I feel his weighty dick rest against my asshole as his fingers go to work on me. He wants me to turn around. His shoe under my chin as he lifts me back up. He flicks my nose. I try to pull away but his grip on my hair is merciless and he viciously deep-throats me instead. I open it for him, kissing his finger as well and move back to what I’m after. I am his cocksleeve. What I am right now, a naked, kneeling, passive, sack of meat for him to cum in.. He wants me to stand up naked and powerless in his office and beg for my clothes. I look up at him, my lips part but no words come out.
