Her road trip wasn’t going to get any easy.Shruti’s tits had a chocolatey flavor. Indian xxx He thrust his cock in and out so fast as if he was unclogging a pipe with a suction cup.Shruti gagged and coughed. “Ice cream is mine,” he declared. Her skepticisms would soon be strongly answered.“Straight, right?” asked Ahmed. They pushed her hands away.They undressed her completely and tossed the hoodie and shorts behind the back seat. It relaxed her uptight nerves.In a few seconds, Shruti let loose a stream of silver liquid that stopped after a few dying squirts.“It’s colorless. As she was reaching heights of sensation, everyone was suddenly flung from their seats.The car had hit a big road bump at 40 km/hr and Raghu had done nothing to slow down. He chose to engage with a firm hand. Though she found his appearance revolting, she felt a little sympathetic to his plight. Sadly, after part 1 and 2, the series never continued. Two ice-creams, preserved cold in the icebox
