Tamil Aunty’s Wet Bath

What the hell? Now pleased with her work she held his member as she drove her dripping wet hole all the way down his shaft until her ass was resting on his thighs. Indian porn Smiling an almost wicked but loving smile she bent to engulf his twitching and starting to throb member. He tried to move but found that it was useless. He had to get a few things at the store, and with the money he’d made he decided that he could splurge a bit. Still a little shocked, the man paid for his groceries and left. “Good,” lifting her head, she repeated from the night before, “mine, spread seed.”
Then with another long, lingering, slow lick all the way up his shaft, she took his whole now hard length down her throat. One moment he was alone staring at the light of the moon, the next she appeared again across the room. Getting up he figured it would be a while before he saw her again. “In the past; now different,” came her voice like a gentle breeze breathing through the room. The same was true of his neck. He’d just finished when he heard the bathroom door close and then lock.

Tamil Aunty’s Wet Bath

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