Indian Homemaker Intimately Enjoying Herself – First-person View

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“Don’t you dare move a muscle, Silvee.”
“No, Ma-am.” I froze and waited. That must have been the trigger for my surprise orgasm. I felt his cock harden as his knot began to expand inside. The alpha’s ninety pounds heaved onto my back. That was his occasional victory. He could be confident of his authority. Truth be told, I was stronger, not by much, but he fought for every inch of ground, jerking his head, trying to dislodge the rope from my teeth. He needed me to be more than his bitch, and he only forsook me in the presence of the alpha female. “There, there.” She cooed. No, we were tighter. STOP HIM! I sucked his randy prick into my mouth and began fellating. Now I handled them more like how Kane handled me, and their respect for me grew, even if they were calling me a bitch from their sides of the computer screens. Even then, I remained, lips latched around his now fully hard prick. You pay me to be here, and while I admire and genuinely like you, I am not your friend.

Indian Homemaker Intimately Enjoying Herself – First-person View

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