She couldn’t manage to finish me off that way either, of course, or even to let my dick slide up into her soaked pussy for a second. When Olivia walked through the door that afternoon her dumpy clothes were still intact, still poorly hiding her huge tits, which meant that she’d successfully resisted her urges for another day. Indian XXX It too was perfect, of course, petite and pouty and practically begging for my cock. Ultimately, of course, no different from all of the countless other women who had been Slut Screened, Olivia was powerless to resist her fate once she was ensnared, and she finally sighed contentedly as she lost what little fight she had left and surrendered to the seductive, transformative influence of the Slut Screen. This time, however, while one hand hefted and squeezed a swollen, gravity-defying mammary, the other snuck down between her legs and began teasing around her mound once again. “We need to talk.”
“I can’t think of anything we need to talk about,” I said, pulling her into a kiss. The next time she straddled me, however, she did so fully bottomless as well, and so I got to experience the slick crevice between her labia rubbing directly against the sensitive underside of my cock as she gave me a pussyjob.
