Indian Wife Fucked By Husband On The Terrace

My heels lifted off the floor as he slid his fingers under my knickers and moved them around, feeling how wet I was. I was so turned on, I could barel... breath. As his finger ran up and down my clitoris, I kissed him he tasted of coffee. Dizzy with pleasure I let him lift me onto the table and pull my nightgown up around my hips “Is this ok?” he whispered into my ear as his fingers delve deeper into me, pulling my knickers to one side as he pushed his warm cock up close “Oh yeah, yeah I want. Hang on. Jack, what do you think? We’re half way there. We could meet on the Perimeter at 400 pretty easily.”I said, “Okay, set it up for, um, an hour and a half from now. Janice, call back to confirm it with them, then call us. Call Cindy to join you there.”“Okay” Janice hung up.“Why Cindy, Jack?” Michael said.“She’s got a good head on her shoulders and the script was hers.”“Good.” He said. “She had been worried about her being accepted as a stranger. She’s always been very quiet, shy. More

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