His dad was downstairs, probably buried in work or passed out with a whiskey, so the top floor was a fortress of privacy. The sight of her ass bouncing, those nails scraping—his fetish was in overdrive, dick pulsing inside her. desi xxx “Yeah—shit, I can’t help it,” he admitted, voice cracking. His dad was downstairs, probably buried in work or passed out with a whiskey, so the top floor was a fortress of privacy. “Can I… touch you?” she asked, shy but eager, and he nearly came right there. “Yes—fuck—” she hissed, scraping his hair, his neck, as he licked her faster, sloppy but hungry. Lately, he’d been fantasizing nonstop: those long, polished claws stroking him, scraping his skin, driving him fucking wild. He grabbed his cock, stroking fast—still slick from her pussy—and stared at those claws, his ultimate fantasy.
