Where would I find her?”
I smiled and continued, “At my house. I was so aroused by all that had happened that it seemed my cock would just not subside. Indian porn I sipped my coffee and then began to extend the invitation. Once he started to talk, I was amazed at how graphic and detailed Mike was in talking about his sexual encounters with his wife and other women. Assuring him that she would soon be sucking and fucking him beyond his wildest dreams. Cindy continued to purr softly and contentedly as I continued my slow, steady in and out penetration. Cindy’s breath was becoming uneven and ragged as she derived pleasure from Mike’s probing of her impatient cunt. I was on my knees looking down at my beautiful wife, her cum soaked pussy and her face partially covered with Mike’s cum. “Wgat do you think? That’s my wife, Cindy.” Mike’s expression was one of shock and disbelief. Mike arrived our house just about six o’clock in the afternoon the following day. Moments later I reached my climax and began to pump my cock deep into Cindy’s sopping cunt, flooding it with a full load of steaming, creamy semen.
