He made as if to move. “You stay where you are!” she snapped. He laid there, naked, his cock glistening with her juices, her knickers still d****d... over his face, his hands tied to the bedposts. When she was ready, she unfastened one of his ties. “You can undo the other one when I've gone. Don't make a move until you hear the front door slam, d'you hear?” He nodded his head. She suddenly remembered her phone, with the camera still recording everything. She grabbed it and made her way downstairs,. Just after we married we lived in a quiet suburban area near York. This story is about what happened just after I married my husband Eddie. I was only 23 and at the time I had shoulder length blonde hair, a good figure with 34DD boobs which looked even bigger because of my slim waist.After six months of marriage I lost my job and Eddie suggested I take a break from working and stay home for a while before looking for another job, which I agreed sounded like a great idea. But after a month or so. The tight pussy walls grasped my penis tightly. About 5 minutes I tried to calm her and she gradually calmed and smiled.Just then Rahim Chacha knocked the door, I began to freeze. He asked by my name moni baba, ghumaico naki, pet betha komce ni? I didn’t make any sound and he may be thought that I am sleeping and returned.Meanwhile Choomki regained her courage and fully fit for fucking, I started pull out and shoved in my penis through her pussy hole and she gradually made pace with my stroke.. Har shot pr lady aage khisak jati hai…Pr jab boob ko pakad kr chodte hain to bahut maza aata hai.Nisha-aaahhhh…Aisa lund maine ni dekha…Aaah raj…Main jab bhi free houngi…Aapke paas chut marwane aa jaya karungi…Tum mujh ko apni biwi hi samjho..Aaj se meri chut aur gaand mein tumhara hi lund hoga.Raj-aaahhh reena dekh iske boob ki nipple kaisi lag rahi hai..Shot marte time jab tere boob hilte hain to mujhe bahut maza aata hai nisha…Aaahhh…Teri drar mast hai jab tu thodi jhukti hai to puri drar.