Indian Desi Wife Masturbates To Orgasm

I turned to face him and he stroked the excess cum on my body. “That was amazing!” I confessed to him, too awestruck to say anything else. “Ye...h it was,” he replied. By his expression, he was trying to downplay it all. We stepped out of the shower and we dried each other off. Physically, he was perfection in my eyes. His body was lean with the exception of a growing spread of his waistline. After all, he was easily old enough to be my father- not that I cared. We turned our backs to each. “Yes I am going to finger your cunt you filthy girl.” Steve said and began to carefully insert 2 fingers into his mistress’s warm, wet entrance. He slowly pushed his fingers in and retracted them. Fingers in, retract, In, retract, in, retract. He started to steadily build momentum, slowly increase speed, always maintaining a steady rhythm and he started to hear his mistress groaning with pleasure.“Harder daddy harder, get that cunt get it.” Steve did as he was bid and increased his speed and. More

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