This horny Indian wife looked desperate to have me inside her.I made the first move. I pulled her hair roughly and asked her, “What do you want?”....She replied, “I want you to have sex with me”.I pulled her hair even harder and she screamed in pain. I asked again and this time and she said, “I want you to fuck me”.I had a smile on my face and said, “This is how whores talk and guess what, you are my whore!” Saying this, I kissed Tina roughly. Our tongues were invading each other’s mouth. Cuckold. “You didn’t have to get me anything, Mike,” Candi cried, but quickly scurried over to claim her present. She snatched the green and red tissue paper from the bag and grabbed the four-by-six gift card from the bottom of the Rudolf-the-Red-Nosed-Reindeer bag. Her eyes got misty as she saw that the Time Bandettes and I had gotten her ten, forty-five-minute guitar lessons with Dr. Kharlamov, the best guitar instructor in southwestern Ontario. Viktoriya said she would teach Candi for free, but we. I waited until Lisa's breathing had steadied, then pulled down my panties and started rubbing my clit. I was even wetter than I had thought. I dipped my hands in and pulled my fingers up to my mouth, licking them slowly, loving the taste of myself. I quickly got to work, sticking three fingers quietly into my pussy. 'Mmmmmm...' I moaned, rubbing my fingers around, faster and faster. 'Oh gosh, oh my god!' I kept going faster, loving the feel. But it wasn't enough, I kept imagining Bill and my. Then cum exploded into my mouth. It was less than I was used to, and I kept sucking him for more, thinking I had not done my carnal job well enough. He let me keep going and I probably wouldn’t have stopped until he came more or I came. He lifted my chin off his cock and said “Mmm that’s good, you a good white queen bitch…mmmm.” I wasn’t good though. I really wanted to cum and relieve myself. I was about to do that and take my chances that Levonne would not return when I heard his.