The Bedroom

Carrie was nude when Sundeep entered the room. He looked at her, pert tits, perky ass, hairy pussy -- he could scarcely believe he was about to bed this American beauty. But he knew he couldn't project that image. He had to act like she was a lower class.

She unbuckled his belt, tugging it off and unzipping and unbuttoning his jeans. She pulled them down along with his underwear, exposing his heavy brown cock. She started to stroke it, playing with he foreskin.

"It's so beautiful, Sunny," Carrie cooed. He reached down, pinching and tugging her pink nipples, making her moan.

"You are ... adequate Carrie. I've had better in India," he said, smirking. She looked away, shamefully as she laid down. He moved to mount his prize, rubbing the thick cock against her cunt, whispering sweet words in Hindu into her ear.

"Please ... take me Sundeep. Make me your woman," she cried, as he pushed forward, impaling her. He took his time, burying his fat eight inch cock into her time and again, making her pussy pulse and cream on his cock. He chewed her neck, marking her as his heavy balls slapped her asshole. And then he came in her, filling her womb with seed. She wasn't fertile, he thought, but that could change soon.

"You are a better bed servant than a kitchen servant, Carrie. But you might just be help. A nursemaid for an Indian couple," Sandeep said, rubbing her clit while she got off to a guilty orgasm.