Delhi Aunty Fucks Husband’s Friend

“Don’t wanna kiss the guy who’s been kissing your ass?” “You’re such a brown-noser,” she shot back with a wicked little smile, sweat beading on her forehead underneath her beautiful dark hair. “So are you ready to get your dick sucked now?” “Nah,” he replied. “I am ready to fuck you though.” She gave him a pouty face while she took his throbbing member into her small, delicate hands, but relented when he lifted her off the ground and sat her on the waist-high desk that. Quentin handed over a memory stick which would provide access to some powerful servers which would provide the backup for digital safe cracking. “Incidentally these servers are owned by Olivia's dad. Geoffrey Callow has a whole big data centre on an island in the Caribbean. I am glad its not that we are trying to get into as its nigh on impenetrable both digitally and physically.”“Are you finished with the business.”“Yes, I suppose you want me to pop off now.”“I don't think so.” Ella had learnt. It was nice to hold, to suck and to have it up inside me. I could feel its heat and the throbbing and I gave out a groan for I really did want it and I loved the man that had it and I moved my head down from his chest and onto his stomach and took the head of his cock into my mouth. I wanted to suck, bite and chew him till he came in my mouth and at the same time, do it to me. I wiggled about so that my body was now upside down to his and knew that my own throbbing organ was only inches away. He reached into the back seat before turning on the car and grabbed something. He had a scarf in his hands which he brought up to my face, tying it around my head so that I couldn’t see anything. Then I felt something close around my left wrist and click into place. He pulled my other wrist towards the one entrapped and secured it around that one as well.He had handcuffed my wrists together in my lap. I was helpless to him. I couldn’t see and my hands were restrained. I heard him turn the car.
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