Tamil Aunty’s Secret Rendezvous With Her Husband’s Best Friend

When we broke she was gazing straight through me. I was transfixed, my eyes shifted rapidly from her hand to her face. xvideo She placed a hand gently on my shoulder and I felt the heat of her body as she bent over the back of her couch towards me. Her hand ventured down the neat strip of pubic hair to the slit of her pussy. “God Allie! I was exhausted. I’ll be nice and slow with you, follow my instructions and have fun, ok?” I nodded. “Now then,” her fingers began to work on the buttons of her shirt. I slid out and rolled off of her. Around six o’clock, Allison walked slowly up behind me, and I felt my heart rate double.

Tamil Aunty’s Secret Rendezvous With Her Husband’s Best Friend

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