Indian Beauty Makes Up For Lover’s Absence With Dildo In Her Twat

I had been trying to move on from breaking up with my Indian boy toy. I miss him so much it’s like getting a headache every time I wake up. It’s not because he’s nice or sweet but he’s so good in screwing. He is always in the mood to get me naked and taste all my hot spots. Since it is so hot today, I decide to take a long shower. The water feels nice against my skin and soon I start fantasizing about my ex-boyfriend. The way his cock jumps in size from 8 to 10 inches when he gets aroused. Once, out of boredom, we screwed each other in his rooftop at night. I’m so engrossed with these memories and soon, my fingers are stroking lower and lower until it closes on my soft tight beaver.

I continue imagining all those past fuck deeds as I play my fingers into my delicate folds. I shift position to shower its silky depths with water. I start moaning with the sensations I’m getting.

But my fingers aren’t enough to satisfy my hungry pussy. I want something better. I want something which can duplicate the feeling of my ex’s cock sliding in and out of my kinky holes.

I remember the pussy toy we have used months ago for our last anniversary. I need it. I want to feel sizzling pleasure again, even on my own. I step out of the shower to get the dildo from my dresser. I walk back to lie down against the wet tiles and spread my legs. Slowly, I plunge this dildo into my orifice. I close my eyes and start stroking it in and out. Slower and faster, all with memories of my past fuck adventures playing in my mind. With all this solo fingering, I’m soon on the verge of body-thrilling bliss. My breath’s coming in brief gasps and I lie on the floor with my hands full of warm pussy juices. For the first time, I feel happy as a single Indian woman.