Bollywood Bhabhi’s Secret Tapes: Episode 2

“Oh, yeah,” Evan groaned. “I should report you,” I said evenly and moved behind Michael. Indian hot xxx “If he doesn’t,” Cory added, “he has to suck all of our dicks.”
“Maybe that’s what he wants,” I teased poor Brandon as mercilessly as the rest of them. “Mom? The odor of sweat and dirty socks was seemingly overlaid with the thick scent of male hormones. His crotch was as hairy as the rest of him, making him look more manly than the other boys. This was Evan’s signal. My son’s high school varsity lacrosse team was playing in the state finals, which meant a three night road trip. My son had texted me about five minutes earlier to let me know the game was on. He thrust his cock forward and released a spurt of cum directly onto the chip. “Hurry up, honey, all this cum is getting heavy. “Mmm, I think it was you, Michael.”
“I’m, ah, sorry, Mrs. Whoever is the last one to cum has to eat the cracker.”
I looked down and saw a bright orange Doritos chip lying on the floor between them. “Is this true, Evan?” I asked, zeroing in on him. Three spurts followed, and more or less hit the target, some spilling over onto my hand. I walked into the room, surveying the situation with a disapproving eye. Three spurts

Bollywood Bhabhi’s Secret Tapes: Episode 2

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