A part of me feels a little bit guilty, but I quickly dismiss it and remind myself of how much I love my new lifestyle.“Where’s your shower?” Mr. Indian xxx We make eye contact, and I lick my lips and bite my bottom lip. He hits the back of my throat and I gag again and try to pull away, but he slams me down even harder and shoves his cock all the way down my throat. My heart starts racing faster. Desai. Mr. I slowly open the door and take a step back. He grabs me by the hips and lifts my ass up in the air, my face buried in a pillow.“You’re such a little whore Deepika,” he says.“Uh-huh!” I giggle, wiggling my ass. My heart starts racing faster. Desai gets dressed without saying a word. There’s a pause on the other line.“Yes, just a minute,” she finally says.
