Desi Indian Wife Husband On Fired In Bed

Now she was watching me with her arm on the back of the couch and her chin resting in her palm. I glanced at her several times, but she said nothing. After about thirty minutes of this she gets up and stretches right in front of me.“I’m going to bed.” She announced.“Ok.” I said.“Good night.” She said, as she bent over to re-stack the magazines on the coffee table, placing her ass in my face.“Goodnight.” I said.“Are you coming to bed?” she asked, facing me again so close I could have leaned. “Who the fucking hell is it?” yelled Cinderella.“Mmmfffpphh!” came the muffled reply.Grumpily putting down the bowl, and taking her time, Cinderella shuffled over to the door, letting the visitor wait. She opened the door, and stared out at the large-framed hairy man in a neon-pink tutu and a gimp mask with the mouth zipped up. “What the bloody hell have you come as?” she demanded.“Mmmfffpphh!” he said.“What?”He unzipped the mouth zip.“I’m your Fairy Gimpmother, and you shall go to the. ”“What are you going to do?” She sounded concerned as she stepped back a half step and held up her hand as if to ward me off.“You don’t have to be frightened. Put your hands on my face.” She reached out tentatively and placed her hands on each side of my face. “Now, close your eyes and get to know me. Feel my cheeks, my nose, and my ears.” She did as I asked. “Now, I am going to touch your face and get to know you.” I concentrated on touching her ears, neck, cheeks, and forehead with just my. She took my hand and lead me down the stairs. Once down there she pulled out this crappy painting, I tried to show some interest but all I could do was wonder what she would look like naked. Then out of the no where she said that there was something about me that made her want to fuck me. We embraced a passionate kiss and my hands were all over her as were hands all over me. Within seconds I had my pants down, her shirt open, boobs out and her skirt up with her panties down. She was dripping.
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