Hot Indian Wife Pounding Her Husband Rough

“No, nice and smooth for my girl, alllll the way down~” My cheeks flushed as a shiver went down my spine, biting my bottom lip as his fingers trailed down my chest to my tummy. Indian sex “Sounds good to me lil’ one, you go ahead and take the bucket back to the cabin and I will take this apart, okay?” I hesitated for a second, but he reassured me on his honor as an Alpha that he would, in fact, take it apart. Taking one of the older jars he poured about half a shot worth in each cup I had prepared. I lurched towards the door, hand missing the handle and ramming into the door making me hiss but I got it open a second later. Glancing over I could not help but feel warm pride as Yoichi was hunched over writing numbers in the small boxes on his worksheet. When it was all gone, I pressed back against his hand and with a chuckle he went back to work prepping his bitch for his big fat wolfmeat. He capped it, sealing it tight, after waiting for it to cool. “Heh, yeah it took a while, but I managed to take ‘em when Buttcheeks wasn’t lookin’!” I shot him a glare and he just kissed my cheek, “Hey, don’t blame me!