India

"You want your curry womb to be colonized like your sister's, don't you?" Harold asked.

Lalika pulled her lips off his big white cock and glared at him. "What the actual fuck? How can you say that to me?"

He pushed his thick ten incher back into the beautiful Indian girl's warm little mouth and shrugged casually. "Well, you aren't exactly protesting, are you? If that bothered you, then why does your tongue keep flickering against the underside of my cock? Hm?"

She didn't answer. Her eyes narrowed and her mouth went back to work. She hated how Harold knew exactly what she really wanted.

"Come on now. Tell the truth," Harold urged while he slowly began to rock against her pretty face. "You like that your baby sister got fucked and impregnated by a white man in front of the town, don't you?"

She grunted in frustration around his throbbing shaft as her pussy twitched from such humiliating questions. Why did Harold insist on degrading her? And worse still, why did it get her pussy so damn excited? She hated herself for loving that Harold had taken her innocent little sister and made her just another bleached Indian fucktoy.

Harold grabbed Lalika by the back of her head and **** her to swallow his cock until it was lodged all the way down her tight little throat. He held her there, admiring how her long dark hair fell in front of her brown skin. "Look at you... your parents would be so proud," he chuckled before allowing himself to enjoy her warm little neck a while longer.

"Mmmmmmm!" Lalika's face was turning blue and Harold didn't seem to care.

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