Youthful Tamil girl gets brutally screwed by guruI walked into the cramped apartment, the smell of stale cigarettes and cheap perfume hitting me like a punch to the gut. I was here for one reason: to get my rocks off with the infamous Tamil Aunty Ool.
As I entered, she looked up from her phone, her eyes narrowing into slits. "You're late," she growled, her voice husky and unforgiving.
I shrugged, trying to appear nonchalant despite the fact that my cock was already jerking with anticipation. "Traffic," I muttered, taking a seat on the worn couch.
Tamil Aunty Ool snorted, her ass wiggling in her tight jeans as she sauntered over to me. "You think you're clever, don't you?" She purred, her breath hot against my ear. "Well, let me show you what a real woman looks like."
And with that, she dropped to her knees and took my cock in her mouth, her tongue working it with a ferocity that made me want to wank right there on the spot. I groaned, trying to hold back as she gave me a blowjob that would put any professional to shame.
As we got into the rhythm of things, I couldn't help but think about how much I loved this Tamil Aunty Ool's ool - her curves were impossible to ignore, and I found myself getting more and more turned on by the second. And when she finally let me slide my fingers up her ass, I knew I was in for a long night of anal pleasure.
As we lay there afterwards, spent and sweaty, Tamil Aunty Ool leaned over and whispered something in my ear that made my cock jerk back to life. "You know what they say about the ool," she purred, her eyes glinting with mischief. And before I could respond, she was on me again, her mouth working its magic as we both reached new heights of pleasure.
As I left the apartment hours later, I couldn't help but think that Tamil Aunty Ool had truly outdone herself - and that I would never be able to look at a cock in the same way again.