She gasped, grabbing my hair, trying to pull my face to her twat. I rose, staring into her flushed face. Frustration crossed her expression as her cream dripped indian from my chin. Her body trembled. “I won't tell you,” she moaned. “Please, please, just let me cum. This is futile. Don't torture me. You said you loved me.” “I do,” I said, “but I also love my daughter, Becky. My wife. Sam. I don't want to give them up. I don't want to give you up. I need to know.” “I'm sorry,” she moaned. “Just ram your cock into me. Open up my gates of love and fill me with your passion! Take me to the heights of the Celestial Heaven.” I smiled at her. “I should take you to desi Paradiso?” I asked. “Re-enact Dante's poetry?” “There was no fucking in his version of the Celestial Heaven,” she moaned. “Mmm, but you can drive that cock into me.” Her hand grabbed my cock, and she pulled me towards her pussy. I shuddered as she rubbed me against her flesh. That hot, delicious, delicate, heavenly sheath. The entrance to her passion. We would unite, our bodies becoming one, the ultimate act of physical love. I thrust my cock into the angel of sexuality. Her pussy squeezed around me. I groaned as I pinned her against the wall. I nodded sadly as I reached out again touching her legs. I allowed myself to get distracted by all these women. "I did, but you'll have to wait until later to see it," Gloria said. "Come on indian Kevin! “Your big sister is absolutely repulsive, ” Tera giggled as Gloria planted her hands on my glutes and spread me, “I wonder if Angela will do that desi for you?” He was sitting on the love seat watching TV as usual; I gave him, his medicine. Leave some thought lol “David, take me. Please take me.” Dakota said almost begging. I got up groggily and stumbled into kitchen, yawning. Panting and trying to catch her breath she simply pointed to her nightstand drawer. Fingers twined through my chest hairs. Angela gave a quick smile behind Verity’s back.