A Steamy Encounter With A Desi Bhabhi

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She nodded in agreement, her body tensed in preparation for the pain. “That would be awesome,” I said “we could get the project done then hang out and not have to worry about anyone bugging us to do anything. She slowly began to stroke it through my pants, neither of us moving except for the slow rythmatic motion of her stroking my hard on. The bath towel seemed far too short for her, just barely covering half of her sumptuous b-cup breasts and only just barely reaching her thighs; it didn’t leave much to the imagination. She took her hand and put it on my chest, letting it wander all the way down my chest, then down to my pants where I was already experiencing a raging hard-on. “Let’s go upstairs.” I said to her sealing my fate. I did not disappoint, removing my jeans and boxers, my seven-inch cock swung free and almost hit her

A Steamy Encounter With A Desi Bhabhi

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