Indian Bhabhi’s Steamy Hot Sex Session

As my orgasm started to race through me, I tried to hold back so that George wouldn’t know, but at the height of it, a small moan escaped my lips and my back arched, pushing my gushing pussy towards him. Indian sex What had I done?! I don’t know what’s come over me. I felt his hand grab one of my tits through my pyjama top, roughly kneading it as he violated my mouth with his tongue, and I realised that he wasn’t going to stop at kissing. You’re my brother, I don’t want this!”
George stood over me, and with a grunt, pushed his entire cock deep inside me. I need to feel his cock inside me, right now. I manged to hide it just in time before Maya came into the room. I’d be the first girl she ever got with, and I was going to make it special for her. He squeezed my tits hard as he fucked me, the pain pushing more tears out of my eyes. My phone buzzed, letting me know that my best friend and longtime crush, Maya, would be arriving shortly. “What is it?”, he asked. I felt my sheets move slightly as Maya got into my bed, then I felt her hands and knees either side of me as she crawled over and up me. —-
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Indian Bhabhi’s Steamy Hot Sex Session