I melt with your tender caresses, whether in passing or while reassuring me you were OK with my making love to your husband. When the scent of your ar...ousal rises on the currents and flows through our room, I feel intoxicated by that aroma. I can't get enough of it. Hearing your love sounds, as you lose yourself in passion with Tommy, is music to my ears, and when I first tasted your sweet love juices on Tommy's penis, I was hooked. Remember you thought you won when we celebrated Tommy's. Main dar gayi aur khud ko chhupane ke liye bhaagi par usne mujhe pakad liya aur hawa me utha liya. Maine dekha sasurji peechhe khade hans rahe hain. Mujhe samajh aa gaya ab to khair nahi dono milke fadenge. Dono mujhe uthakar kue ke paas le gaye. Mujhe kue ki munder par bitha kar parbhu ne mujhse puchha ‘kaun sahar se aayi hai randi” sasur ji bole,” qayde se… Bahu hai.” wo ek dum chaunk gaya aur dhyaan se mujhe dekhne laga. Wo bahut purana naukar tha par ghar ke andar kam aata tha aur ghunght. Now I know that Mustafa must have had some ancestors from India because that's where I met people like him. Stripped before the bed, Mustafa did not want to lose sight of the naked innocent drunk, he thought, because he did not lie on me but moved me to the edge of the bed, parted my thighs and pressed his hard dark cock into my pussy standing all the time above me. Leaning over my body he was rhythmically pushing me, growling while fuck you fuck you. I was internally ready to allow him such. I looked at her puzzled until I saw that John had been jerking himself off under the table. I guess I missed him doing that ‘cause I was so distracted by Tina's ass swaying back and forth in the kitchen. It was the only thing I could think of as I sipped my beer with John. Then John turned to his side in the chair and his beautiful wife came over and dropped to her knees holding the mug up to his penis. After a few more strokes, he was shooting his load into the mug. Rope after rope of cum shot.
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