Indian Aunty Fucking Her Husband-3

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" "I need you, inside me. Please, Sir." He smiled, but he was in no rush to oblige her. "Not until I taste every inch of the beautiful feast laid out before me," he said with heat in his eyes. He moved to her feet and tenderly cupped her heel in his hand, raising her foot to his lips. Soft kisses trailed upward. She moaned as he worked his way closer and closer to where she was aching for him, but just as she could feel his warm breath on her most delicate skin he moved away again. He started. Her figure was thin and she dressed well. If she was a stranger in a bar [and I was old enough to enter a bar] and she’d propositioned me, I’d go home with her happily.But she was my aunt; my uncle Bob’s wife. It was incest, sort of.She pulled my head back, and she kissed me. Full, hot mouth to mouth with tongue. My cock was about to break through my jeans, my hormones hijacked rational thought.I was willing to do it.I rationalized my need for sex; Bob was cheating on her. No one would know.. !Her ass began to move of its own accord, shifting under Moose’s biting, teasing teeth and sucking lips.Moose was moaning now, too. All three of them were purring and groaning, each one becoming lost in their own private sensations of sex.Julie was sucking wildly now, her long hair flying all over her head and down around her face and covering her bare arms and falling loosely onto Zeke’s pants.He left himself rising up, harder harder, inside the delicious warmth and wetness of the teen. "Ooooooh my gosh…..Oooooh….uh uh. Huhn! Huhn! Huhn! Mmph! Chandani!" Chandani picked up the pace, pushing herself up and forward more, licking every inch of Rangani’s wet pussy. She bit down a few times on the flaps of skin to the sides before resuming the heavy licking. Soon Chandani was moaning along with Rangani’s, feeling herself get wet. "Oooo, you make me feel so damn horny!" Chandani yelled. Rangani was moaning and groaning herself, her eyes squeezed shut. "Fuck, Chandani. You're so.
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