As you know, Dean Malcomb’s wife died about a year ago. Indian sex video He pulled her back and began rubbing his hard cock through tented pants against Susan’s exposed pussy. As usual, she had not worn a bra. “It’s nice to see you. He has been very depressed ever since. Say no more than that. Go ahead and enjoy my tits.”
When Susan dragged a hard nipple across the Dean’s mouth. “I’m glad you like the view, Dean Malcomb. “Come in Susan.” He said as she opened his office door. Most of us wouldn’t want to go commando anyway. He was soon rapidly thrusting his cock as deep as he could into the willing cunt bent over his desk. When she had him hard, she pulled her mouth off his cock and looked up to the Dean’s grinning face. Who sent you to me?”
Susan turned and left Dean Malcomb’s office with no further comment. “I’m glad you like the view, Dean Malcomb. Instead, she tightly hugged his hips to her face. Oh, by the way, I’ve noticed the changes in the cheerleaders’ uniform and how excited you get the growing crowds.” Dean Malcomb’s eyes seemed to be locked on the bumps Susan’s nipples were creating in her top.
