Indian Aunty Fucking Her Husband Friend

I started to pull away but scarlets hold on my waists kept me in place. She instead smiled at me. Kitty she said. Yeah Scarlett I replied my voice quite. She moved her hands down my waist and over my butt, stopping on the ends of my skirt. Her tanned skin ever so slightly touching me. What are you doing? I ask her unsure. She didnt reply straight away, instead her hands moved down to my thighs stopping about half way up my legs. Nothing she said her voice even and smooth. Her skin felt hot. She has seen some of his friends drive by her house during the day to keep track of her whereabouts. He may be coming at any time to hurt Mommy. Daddy wants to take her son away from her. Mommy will have to change his hair color, she explains, and ask him to wear certain things so nobody will recognize them. He loves her and would do whatever she asked. He doesn't want to see her get hurt any more.Later in the afternoon, two people walk down that street. One is an androgynously dressed young. He pushed me back against the wall and forced his cock between my legs. He was a well built guy for his age and he lifted me up, told me to open my legs and wrap them around him as he slowly lowered me onto his long thick Indian cock. As it entered me I threw my head back and moaned. I put my hands on his shoulders and bounced. This proved too be too much for both of us and we orgasmed together. I had such an orgasm before and it seemed to last forever. I could feel the flow of his spunk inside. He cupped my bosom from over my blouse. Our eyes met. “Talk dirty to me, Rajani…” He squeezed me there brutally. I choked. He ignored my pleas and had my my bust crushing in his powerful hands. “Oooh Rakesh…..please…..no..noo.nooooh..” He started unhooking my blouse. The sheer sight of my son stripping me made me so hot that I smooched him real hard again and again. Now my boobies sprang in my black bressier. A dark prominent mole shinned near my cleavage. “Liked it?” I asked my son taking my.
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