Daddy pushes your back up against the door and his lips mash into yours in a fierce kiss. Your eyes make contact with the woman’s reflection in the mirror. Indian Porn Daddy looks back and forth, scanning for something. You hear a slight gasp from outside, apparently the woman doing her makeup has not yet left. He spots it, then says, “This way Baby.” he leads you off past the bank of elevators, then in through a door to the lobby’s lady’s restrooms. You hear a slight gasp from outside, apparently the woman doing her makeup has not yet left. Gladly you tag along behind him, Daddy has a firm grasp on your left wrist with his right hand. His other arm encircles your waist and pulls your hips into his. “Tell me Baby, can you cum for me?”
Daddy’s question hangs in the air. “Baby, that was so hot,” he says. She’s looking straight between your lewdly splayed legs, the bikini bottoms, pulled off to the side, your
