Spicy Desi Delight: A Sizzling Indian Masala Affair

Brushing my teeth and giving my face a basic wash I yawned as I walked out the bathroom and my room all the way into the kitchen where my husband was and gave a deep tired sigh, propping my chin on the top of his head while snaking my arms around his waist as he was standing there carefully watching an omelet that must’ve been in there for less than three seconds. He almost ripped my shirt right off my chest when I started to pound into him, finally pulling out of the kiss to cry out and mewl while I stood straight and held him down on the counter to keep him mostly still, if he wasn’t bent over a solid surface he would have collapsed by now, eyes rolled to the back of his head as he tried to let out a moan while he inevitably came but nothing left his throat. Indian xxx hd While sucking on the crook of his neck I open my eyes and looked down to see exactly what I wanted, my free hand trailed down to his belt and fiddled with the rim of it still not letting my hold loosen in the slightest as he huffed in defeat still trying slightly to push my arms away, “Come on they’re almost done just give me a minute”

Spicy Desi Delight: A Sizzling Indian Masala Affair

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