A Husband’s Filthy Double Dip: Pounding His Wife And Her Sister

“Yes, just please be gentle” she said sweetly pushing her mound onto my hand and covering it with more wetness. I just didn’t want her to think that I was trying to stop them from hanging out, which could blow up in my face and would probably be exactly what Christi wanted. Indian sex I couldn’t help but notice her outfit she was wearing a pink pleated skirt that swayed around with her steps revealing a little bit of her ass cheek every time. Her legs a mess of shakiness as she was moaning and panting pushing my head hard into her and I just slowly encircled her clit with my tongue until she was done cumming. Me: What do you mean like you or something? My nostrils sucked in the deep aroma of the night breeze with the alluring semi sweet smell of her hair and I let out a long deep sigh of pleasant comfort, which made Brooke snuggle up to me even more as my cock was finally released from her warm chamber followed by a thick creamy white hot fluid. I started running my fingertips along her back stopping above her skirt. My nostrils sucked in the deep aroma of the night breeze with the alluring semi sweet smell of her hair and I let out a long deep sigh

A Husband’s Filthy Double Dip: Pounding His Wife And Her Sister

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