The Delhi Stud – 2
So far, the Delhi stud rapes his little Chink boy servant. What else is happening in their bungalow? Let’s find out. I kept bouncing Chhotu on my dick till I got tired of holding that little fucktoy. The rest of the night is a blur – I remember holding him against the wall and pumping into him, but that’s the last of it. I woke up the next day in my own bed, my naked butt sprawled across the bed atop of my white duvet, which no doubt, had cum stains near where my dick was. “Bhaiya, Orange Juice, or Protein Shake?” Kalu was standing next to my bed, with his black cock right in my face. If you recall, I’ve got a strict rule for my floor, and it’s simple – no clothes. For …