Love me, my sister-wife.”
“This is a sin,” panted Rizwana. I thrust hard and fast into Fahima’s pussy. Indian sex video I ached to find out. Her tangy cream stained my chin. She grasped the spongy end, her palm rubbing into it. The older imam’s wife trembled. She is so beautiful. Her tongue ran over her lips as her fingers clutched the fabric of her dress at her belly, pulling the cloth tight over her delicious breasts. “Your new wife is awake, Wahida. “Ooh, your futa-dick feels amazing in me. to discuss.”
“To get to know each other?” I asked, grinning at them. I groaned, stars bursting before my eyes as I unloaded so much jizz into her cunt. The friction and her sucking mouth set me off. “Don’t you want to just feast on her.”
“I… I spilled in her. So desirable. I nuzzled against her chin and then kissed her with hunger. I groaned as I thrust forward with hard, fast strokes. The imam stared at me with hungry eyes. The younger wife groaned. This wild heat rippled through me. The cloth slipped off her rump and exposed her shaved twat. I have heard of you futas. I loved her. I savored it as I thrust over and over into her twat.
