Pure Desi Indian Housewife Shared With Friend Mms

Several quiet footsteps of the heels, and a light comes on by the bookcase... Through the gap between the doors of the darkened kitchen, I glimpse her at last. She's neatly turned out in a dark grey suit with a form-fitting cut, a short, waist-length jacket buttoned tightly across the front. Beneath, a silvery silk blouse is buttoned snugly, open an extra notch or two to accent the smooth, deep cleavage of what had to be at least a 35-inch breast. Her skirt, perhaps two inches shorter than. She wanted it all. She wanted every last drop. And I wanted to cover her face with my white milky seed, I wanted to use my erection to smear it all over her face, hair and even rub some into her ears.I pumped more vigorously. Her eyes took on a wanton gleam. A line of spittle began running from the corner of her mouth. I erupted. A thick, white rope of jizm caught her just above the right eyebrow. Her mouth opened in surprise. A second rope jetted out and hit her on the bridge of her nose,. I grabbed a clean towel off the bed and wiped her wetness off my face. The scent and the taste of the strawberry body wash lingered on my tongue and I inhaled her natural female scent as well.She was totally naked and I was bottomless as I climbed onboard her perfect haunches spanking her lightly just to show her I was still in charge. She submitted to my possessive treatment and sighed with contentment as I rubbed my hardened shaft between her nubile ass cheeks.I looked with heartfelt desire. Kimmy’s hand began to stroke my cock. I was in heaven. And then mom’s voice from upstairs; “what are you kids doing down there? It’s time for bed.” You have never seen two kids move so fast. Kimmy’s hand shoved my swollen penis back into my pants…. I thought she broke it! My head shot back allowing her baggy t shirt to drop and cover her chest. Kimmy was on her feet and bounced up the stairs. I readjusted my member in my pants, buttoned and zipped and then slowly followed. I jacked off two more.
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