Indian Mom Fuck By Hubby Friend In Farmhouse Bathroom

So I move my eyes back to the ceiling and start counting the strange marks all over again. “How are you feeling today?" I ask and smile but there is...no reply, just more mumbling.“I guess that brings us to rule number three." I continue “When I call or ask you something you answer straight away".His eyes move to mine, his anger clouding his pale features. "Fuck you" he growls looking away."Now, now three that is no way to talk to your mistress is it?" I ask climbing onto the bed and up over his. I cuddle up next to her, resting my head in the crook of her shoulder, her armpit. Her arm outstretched underneath me like a pillow. I feel her up, over her sweater, then reach my hand under the bottom of it, finding a simple light gray shirt. My hand feels under that to gently caress her warm smooth stomach underneath. She's thin, in good shape, but doesn't seem to work out much, not really firm or toned. Just naturally like this. Given beauty, given everything in her life.I slide my hand. More

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