MY INDIAN WIFE
He pulled out again, and turning Mishka, scooping her up against the mirror, his giant hands grabbed her buttocks, and she wrapped her long legs around his waist as he thrust again.
Christian gazed at the red marks he left on her boobs. “Are they tender? Was I hard?” He asked, concerned.
“Yes….” Mishka breathed, holding his shoulder for support, her chest heaving up and down.
“I am sorry, let me soothe the pain,” He smirked and took her swollen nipple in his mouth again, sucking them slowly while thrusting deep inside her.
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“Where is Mishka?” Jake asked one of the assistants roaming at the shoot’s location.