Stunning Indian Prima gets puss banged hard

She’s a small woman. No, she’s just a girl, couldn’t weigh an ounce over 90 pounds. The whore had no chance, not against me. Not with any man, not ever, bitches are bitches and nothing more. Clasping her hair, I yanked her behind me dragging her up the stairs into the cabin, back to a back room. I tossed her into the bathroom and attached the collar to her lovely throat, I padlocked it. Cutting her hands and feet free I stepped back a few feet and took the remote in my hand. “Strip and take a shower,” I told her. She stood turning to me, she balled up her fist. I waited till her body tensed and I knew she was about to charge me, pressing the button on the remote, I watched the fun. Her body locked up tight, she shook in brutal dance. Her eyes widened, she shuddered, jerking here and there, landing japan on the floor the bitch flopped about, the sting of shock took the fight out of the slut. “Please, mister, don’t do that no more,” she begged me. “Strip and shower, don’t close the curtain, I’m going to watch,” I said. “Don’t make me hit you with juice in that shower. You really don’t want that, bitch.” She took off the sleeveless t and then stripped out of the tight cutoffs. She wore no bra, no panties, she started to cover herself, but a stern look from me and she knew better. Her dark skin glistened from the perspiration of her recent exertions. Her pert tiny tits were perfect mounds capped with fat, pointy nipples. The areolas were the darkest flesh, her twat was clean of pubic hair. It to had thin film of perspiration asian covering it. I imagined that her beautiful, little snatch had already slickened, that she longed for my fat cock to ravage her ripping pussy. She turned away from me, leaned into the shower, turned on the two valves, testing the water. After a minute she stepped into the shower. Taking the bottle of body wash, she lathered up moving her hands pussy over her hot tight body. Her face hadn’t softened, she had an expression that would frighten a boxer. I thought about hitting her with the juice again, that’d teach the bitch a lesson, but it could kill her, and I wasn’t ready for that. It was, so very, erotic to watch this tiny beauty wash her nubile body. The white frothy foam on her dark flesh, her soft hands moving over her tight smooth skin. My cock responded by twitching, stiffening. I was ready for the whore. “What your name?” I asked. “Shanice,” she answered. “Typical,” I said. “Just a normal ghetto spade name.” I could see the japanese anger in her eyes, even more than that scowl, a look of hatred burned into me. She turned off the shower and stepped on the cold tiled floor. Taking a towel from the rack, Shanice exotic dried herself. She wanted to say something, but the dark pixy held her tongue. Without a word, in one fast shove, he was buried in my ass. My body buzzed. His thumbs stroked my skin as he stared down at me. My breasts japanese rose and japan fell. “Help me, you have to tell me what looks good and if I put it on right.” Her palms were starting to bleed from her nails digging asian exotic into them. Aren’t you Muffin?” I ask. "Don't be so humble. We were both afraid that pussy we were misinterpreting the other, weren't we?” I turned onto a town side road. They hide from her whenever she is near. When I spoke, it startled her and she jumped. At the same time we would convert their guards to our cause again starting with the remaining members guarding the other two priestesses.