Fake Agent – British INDIAN with sexy DESI ASS flirts and fucks the Photographer

A camera lens captures her first, the photographer’s eyes feasting on the expanse of dark skin and lush curves that stretch out on the couch. She’s a British Indian goddess, her desi ass round and firm, spilling out of her tiny shorts. Her eyes meet mine, a smirk playing on her lips as she begins to undress, slow and deliberate, knowing the effect she has. She teases with her fingers, tracing the edges of her lace thong, pulling it aside just enough to give me a glimpse of her glistening cunt. My cock strains against my pants, desperate to be free. She stands, her body inches from mine, and leans in to whisper, “Ready to get a little dirty, photographer?”

I’m on my knees before her, my face buried in her ass, my tongue delving deep into her pussy. She moans, her hands gripping my hair, pulling me closer. I can feel her wetness, taste her sweetness. I pull away, my face glistening with her juices, and stand, my cock hard and ready. She turns, her eyes locked on mine, and drops to her knees. Her mouth opens wide, taking me in, her head bobbing up and down, her tongue swirling around my shaft. I can feel the pressure building, my balls tightening. I pull her up, spin her around, and bend her over the couch. Her ass is in the air, her pussy wet and waiting. I spit on her asshole, my finger circling it before pushing in. She moans, pushing back against me. I line up my cock, pushing into her pussy, her tight walls clamping down on me. I fuck her hard, my hips slapping against her ass, her moans filling the room. I pull out, my cock glistening with her juices, and push into her ass. She screams, her body convulsing as I fuck her ass, my cock sliding in and out, her tight hole gripping me like a vice. I can feel my orgasm building, my cock throbbing. I pull out, my cock spurting ropes of cum onto her back, her ass, her pussy. She turns, her eyes locked on mine, a satisfied smile on her face.