Hot Indian Desi Mallu Masala HitAs I walked into the seedy motel room, I couldn't help but notice the smell of stale cigarettes and cheap perfume wafting through the air. The Mallu gilma, a notorious sex worker from India, was already waiting for me on the bed, her dark hair styled in a provocative bob. I tossed my wallet onto the nightstand, trying to ignore the fact that I'd spent an entire paycheck on this one-night stand. "What's the plan, Mallu?" I asked, trying to sound suave despite the fact that I was basically just a desperate jerk-off. Mallu gilma smirked, her full lips curling up into a sly smile. "Oh, baby, you're going to get exactly what you paid for," she purred, her voice husky and seductive. She reached out and wrapped her hand around my cock, giving it a firm squeeze. I felt myself start to wank, my hips jerking involuntarily as Mallu's fingers began to work their magic. I tried to focus on the sensation, but my gaze kept drifting back to her ass, which was looking particularly plump and inviting in those tight jeans. As we got down to business, I couldn't help but think about how this whole situation was a major blow job – I mean, who pays for sex? But at the same time, I was getting exactly what I wanted: a hot, sweaty, anal-filled night with one of the most notorious sex workers in town. As we lay there afterwards, panting and spent, Mallu gilma leaned over and whispered something in my ear. "You know, baby, you're not the first guy to try to get me to do some crazy shit... but I gotta say, you're definitely one of the most enthusiastic." She winked at me, her eyes glinting with a mischievous spark. I felt a surge of pride and embarrassment all at once. Yeah, okay, maybe I was a little too into it – but hey, when you're paying top dollar for a blow job, you want to make sure it's the best damn blow job of your life. And let me tell you, Mallu gilma delivered.

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