My Forbidden Night With The Bhabhi

“Didn’t want you to think I’d forgotten you,” she said, raising back on her toes and knees. A tingling in my nipples reached a peak as semen shot out of my dick and into the recesses of my wife’s throat. Indian hot xxx Elaine began to caress my back like she loves for me to do to hers. Pixie-cut hair and lipstick were the same blazing blue as her halter. Like I said, all I’d ever had inside me was a finger, and I didn’t know what to expect exactly. Karen, let Dad lay in the middle of the bed.”
Karen scooted back a couple of feet allowing me to reposition myself on my back. I extended my arms to either side and the two women cuddled close to me, laying their heads on my shoulders. While I had never, ever thought of her sexually; fucking her was all I could think of at the moment! Karen rolled up on one elbow and reached toward my prick, still moist from my cum that had filled her ass. Is there a special occasion?”
I was afraid my arousal would be too obvious if I replied, but my understanding wife spoke for us, “We’ve been married twenty-three years, and like it to keep it hot,” she said. The sensation as she rocked it back and forth, continuing to

My Forbidden Night With The Bhabhi

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