No one questions me in my own home. Indian XXX “I don’t feel sorry for you, Kana. I refuse to have you prancing around, acting like no one owns you. Yet, her body calls to him. And harder and harder and harder. She lands painfully at the bottom with an awful thud. He quietly opens his eyes. John Willington starts picking up speed, feeling the warm juices coat his shaft. You crave my whip across your skin… and the suffering through your body… so you can be atoned for your behavior. He plunges it in and out with depth speed, each time he pulls out, the handle glistens with moisture. She stands with her hands full of white cotton in the center leading the others in song. He then steps around her body and suddenly kicks her to her knees on the floor, shocking her. As a final strut of his victory, John drops her belly first onto the cold concrete floor. John listens and is outraged to hear their voices hum and sing such soulful songs. Salty air drifts in on a warm breeze and fills his nose once again with the rewards of prosperous wealth and genetics.
