Indian Aunty Fucking Her Husband-2

She took a bedspread covered herself and went it to the bathroom I followed her in to the bathroom naked. She started to bath by opening the shower I too joined her in the bath. I got hold of her breast and I massaged it nicely and she got into the mood and massaged my cock in return. I took a shampoo bottle and squeezed shampoo onto her hair and I washed it well. Then I took some more and poured on her pussy and washed it with my own hands all the time she was enjoying like anything. I could. Soon, the nature unleashed heavy storm making trees sway their heads menacingly. As expected, heavy downpour started, each drop of rain measuring like a bucketful of water.After about five minutes, I went to the door of our bedroom seeing him there, to welcome and let him in. His condition was really pathetic. He was completely soaked in the rain and was standing outside of the bed room. I was surprised that he was not coming inside, instead telling me to come out in the lawn from the other. Visible in the mirror was the camera operator wearing the dog costume andwearing the wolf mask. The camera panned down to the girl's face. Out offocus, but visible, is the wolf moving in behind her.The red hair girl screamed as the wolf entered her. "Wrong hole! Stop!"she criedThe wolf paid no attention. He began to fuck little red riding hood.The camera stayed focused on the girl's face. She was crying. It wasapparent that the wolf was hurting her.The wolf let out a howl. I guess he was trying. " Okay."Kat slipped into my jeans and attempted to leave the steamy tent. "What the fuck is up with this tent?" she asked."Huh?" I said between yawns."There's no way out."We looked around, and realized that in the throes of passion our tent had tipped over on its side. We got a good laugh over that before Kat left to pee.When she got back I was lying on my back. She curled up next to me, put her head on my chest, and intertwined her bare leg with mine. The grip she had on my leg was air tight,.
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