I reach back, grabbing my elbows for him again, having fought back the nausea, but unable to breathe past his throbbing cock. All my mind wants to do is relive the face-fucking my boss has just given me. Indian sex Owning me. I want him to gag me, and use me as a table to dine on. It hurts. He wants to fuck a stereotype. “Put your arms back behind your back”
I didn’t even realize I’d moved them, but my hands were resting on his legs now. I stare at myself, bent over and waiting for my master’s cock like literally every video on his hard-drive. My swollen tits press against his denim-clad knees as I tilt my head, nuzzling into his hand in the way I know he wants — his obedient pet. I squint my eyes shut as he yanks my hair up and down, masturbating himself with my face. They slurp up their white daddy’s cum and say “thank you master”.
