I could hear her screaming and wailing and crying and coughing, even through her panties, sobbing like she was being tortured. She had her arms crossed, and was hunched over as if to try to hide both her tits and her crotch, like she was ashamed, or maybe she didn’t want to be here. Desi porn video I felt sorry for her, actually, and didn’t want to wake her up to fuck her again, so I just stood over her naked body and masturbated over her, resisting the urge to get on top of her and penetrate her again. Her act was near perfect, however; if I hadn’t detected that trace of a smile I might never have known she was acting. She had no strength to move at all. TRIP HOME
We left the club together and drove to my apartment. She kept trying to scream, but my weight on her kept her out of breath, constantly gasping for air.
