You walk into the room. There I am – Hansika, a sexually liberated 20-year-old Indian call girl wearing a red saree. No bra. No panties. They are already erect, my labia wet, showing through the material of my dress. I can tell by your look that you’ve been waiting to hear the words “Been waiting to feel that cock.”

You don’t waste time. You catch me, pull me closer, and kiss me roughly on the lips. My hands are already unzipping you, lowering to my knees like the obedient slut that you are. I sit on my knees, sputtering on it, slowly fondling your hard cock and eventually sucking it right down my throat. I gag, drool, and moan while you twist my hair and fuck my mouth like it is your private pussy.

Then you throw me on the bed. I opened my legs wide – slender and velvety brown shins, lips of my vulva wet and parted. “Lick it,” I beg. You press your face unto me, your tongue probing, licking my clit, fingering me roughly as I lay there, calling for more.

You slide your cock in slowly – stretching me – and I scream, “Yes! Fuck me!” You fuck me rough, my heavy boobs shaking, your nuts hitting my wet cunt as you use me. You turn me around, spank my ass, and pound it harder – I am clamping my lips on the pillow, creaming on your dick, moaning, “Please don’t stop, please fuck me!”

You pull it out, run it on my face, and jerk off – hard, thick, slapping – on my lips and tongue. It goes down my throat, and I lap it up like a towel, then chuckle lasciviously, “Wanna go again?”

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