Puja Bhabhi’s Desi Desires: A Wild Ride On A Hard Cock

“You’re the guy who charges ten thousand dollars for a massage…” She paused at the opposite end of the only other piece of furniture in the room, a tall, reinforced massage table that occupied the center of the room. XXX He continued to rub for several more seconds, knowing the sedative took longer to act on some than others. After a long and disorienting conversation she dismissed her caller with a flick of the phone toward the chair. Rubbing his gloved hands together he resumed his massage, smearing the very special lotion all over her back and sides. “You don’t mind, do you?” He shook his head a little as he used both hands to work the hosiery down her leg, feeling his stiffened member harden immediately.