Indian Aunty 1331

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But jaise woh aai mein usse dekh ke daang reh gaya,ek sleeveless transparent dress with half paint type.Aise hi mera lund ka jo halat hua tha aabhi toh bus mujhe ek muth marke saanth hona tha aur maine kaha can I use ur bathroom aur jake waha muth maara aur wahape uske panty aur bra ke darshan hue.Meine mera saara rass uski panty mein hi daal ke aagaya,and this for temporary dosto.Woh tea leke aai aur hum log sofa mein baith ke peene lage,uska boobs kafi bada hai na toh woh jab beththi hai uska cleavage dikh ta hai aur mein indirectly usi ko hi dekh raha tha.Aur aisa nahi hai ki woh chudi nahi hogi but how I will directly tell to her ki tujhe chodna hai..Self respect dosto..Tabhi usne mujhe pucha tum kab saadi karoge,maine kaha meri bhabi hai mein kyu saadi karu ( maan maan mein socha)Aur bola karna hai, aabhi toh life enjoy kar raha hun.Saadi ke baad toh ek hi plate mein khana khana padega.Woh thoda thoda samaj gai mere baat ko aur boli kya tumko alag alag plate mein khana khana. He could hear her breath coming in short gasps as he picked up the pace. ‘Faster. Harder.’ Desiree choked out in-between breaths. Gabriel hunched his back and grunted as his thickness was being driven into her hot wet hole. Desiree looked up and could see the pleasure written on Gabriel’s face. His chiseled features were clenched as he tried his best to maintain control. Through slitted eyes Desiree watched as sweat started to form on his knitted brow. ‘Cum for me Desiree.’ Desiree could feel the intensity of Gabriel’s gaze on her as she moved her hips to meet his thrusts. Each time Gabriel thrust, she could feel him stretching and rubbing against her insides, and it the heat of her orgasm was starting to build. Gabriel moved a hand in between them and rubbed Desiree’s clit desperately trying to make her cum before he did. He felt Desiree’s legs tremble and he body go rigid as she moaned in intense pleasure. Gabriel slammed into her three more times before she felt his hot seed.
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