Desi Boudi Fucking With Husband

She cried out in surprise as I began to fuck her hard. In and out, fucking her pussy, feeling her wet lips cling to my cock as I pulled out and then ...lide around me as I rushed back inside. Her knees were weak and her thighs trembling as felt her orgasm stirring. I leaned over her and watched as a bead of sweat dripped from me and plopped onto her back. Her still wet skin glistening as she began to sweat.Only when she exploded, only when her legs were about to give out, did I push her. He looked over at a chair as if he noticed something interesting about it. She glanced at the chair, but didn’t see anything that should have attracted his attention like that. She knew he was hiding something from her.She looked back at Chuck. He looked very uneasy as well. They were hiding something and the lack of smiles on their faces suggested that it was bad news.Irritated, she asked, “Where were you?”“I was in Los Angeles,” Chuck answered trying to adopt a nice conversational tone of. More

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