Karen would get overwhelmed and gag, sputtering, “Fuck! Never a good sign. Indian sex Karen was just shocked by his bluntness, but then obediantly removed her top. “It was a great audition tape.” He was such a bastard. He slapped her ass and sent her weebling down the hallway as told. And you are the bargaining chip, so lets skip the theatrics and get on with it. I’m a filthy cunt! Is that what you want to hear?”
And he said the filthiest thing to her, so insulting as I watched her take his thick cock in her little hand and push it into the sloppy wet folds of her pussy, nudging her swollen clit. And while I know that Karen probably had the best hard sex of her life, I didn’t see that it was going to fundamentally change things between us or change our lives in any big way.
