The horny Desi girl couldn't resist the temptation of riding my cock. She was aching for it, her body craving the pleasure that only I could give her. As I took her forcefully, she moaned and writhed beneath me, her hands gripping the sheets in ecstasy. Her lips were soft and sweet as I kissed her, her moans growing louder with each thrust. She was like a wild animal, hungry for more. I couldn't get enough of her, and she couldn't get enough of me. We were lost in our own world of passion and desire. And as we reached the peak of our pleasure, I couldn't help but think how much she reminded me of a Minecraft porn character, with her insatiable appetite for pleasure. She was like a teacher, teaching me the art of lovemaking with her body. And I was her willing
student, eager to learn and please her in every way possible. This Desi aunty had stolen my heart and my body, and I was more than happy to give myself to her completely.
