Aaliyah and I LOSE CONTROL
She looked so SWEET, so PURE in her traditional Indian dress… but I knew there was a filthy little secret hiding underneath.
Aaliyah and I teased, kissed, and played, our laughter turning into deep, desperate moans as we gave in to TEMPTATION. I couldn’t resist peeling her clothes off, finally getting my hands, and my mouth, on that BEAUTIFUL, DRIPPING Indian pussy.
She tasted INCREDIBLE on my tongue, and when she spread my legs and buried her face between them, I knew I had found my MATCH. Fingers deep, tongues swirling, bodies grinding, until we locked together in a messy SCISSOR session that left us both CUMMING HARD, SHAKING, and DRENCHED in pleasure. Innocence GONE. Halal NO MORE. And I’d do it all over again.
