Desi Wife Fucking Her Husband-1

Once there I tried to pull my pants up and she said no! I step out of the car and she walks around and grabs my cock. She and leads me past her front door that her husband just opened and into her room. I lay on the bed and she tells her husband to lay at the bottom of the bed like a dog. This is all too much for me. I’m pretty freaked out and actually feel bad for this guy. I’m about at my threshold when she starts getting naked. She is 5’ thin about 90 lbs, green eyes, tan, dark hair and wide. As he lifted his feet to turn, the panties dropped to his ankles. I retrieved them.I sat back on my heels, held the thong to my face, closed my eyes and inhaled. Both the front and the back received my attention. I knelt upright and reached for his stiff cock. I looked fabulous, leaking precum, and occasionally twitching. I wrapped the thong around his cock and leaned forward to take him into my mouth. I lowered my head onto his cock, taking a cock in my mouth for the first time.The taste was. We have a convertible and Jay just loves to show off in it when we are out driving. Today was no exception as she dressed in a very short, light green summer dress, complimented with a pair of matching high heels. The effect was stunning as the combination of heels and her short dress really emphasised her long legs. The button up dress already had a few buttons undone and her cleavage was very noticeable and you could just make out her white lace bra. Noticing how much I approved of what I saw. And save me a place!’ * * * The light scent of candles hung in the air when he closed the foyer door behind him. The house was dark, silent, he heard only the very faint sound of water sculled by a hand in the bath upstairs. He loosened his tie and dropped his jacket on the living-room wingback, and had kicked off his shoes and socks and unbuttoned his shirt when he saw the first gold-wrapped heart, on the bottom stair, beside a small wicker basket. Then another heart, and another… a trail.
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