Hot Indian Queen And Her Boyfriend’s Secret Escapade

It was dark brown and bumpy about 6 inches long and curled a bit I took a deep whiff of her ass candy and It smelled divine nice and earthy no sulphur or rotten egg stench.My hand was working slowly up and down my cock and the pre cum was starting to appear on the tip.I had to have a taste and took her turd into my mouth like a cock and held it there letting it melt like chocolate.It was fairly bitter with just a touch of sweetness and slightly grainy.Again Joanna softly sighed and her hands. I was desperate to act and soon I put my left arm around her waist. I started messaging her belly, stroking her groins, belly button and the curves of her breasts. With this I stared unbuttoning her shirt and gently removed it from her left shoulder. I mustered more courage and pulled her thighs closer to me, in order to make her lay straight facing the ceiling. She obliged. I removed her shirt easily and pulled her shorts down. She was lying absolutely naked straight like a janat ki hoor (an. I mean that thing has to be 11 inches!!” she said staring at my penis. She got up and pushed me over and I fell down. I looked up and was about to talk but Kate just crawled over to me and started to suck my cock. She sucks and blew on it. I can’t describe what I’m feeling, besides that this has been the first time I’ve talked to her. But I was feeling great, I was having sex with a girl, a girl was giving me a blowjob, and nobody could bother us. While Kate was giving me a blowjob she. I used the bathroom first as my wife contemplated whether to use the men’s room or go to the wood line behind the stop. I came out and told her the rest room was empty and my sighed with relief as she ran off to relieve herself. I I headed back to the car leaving her to do her business. As I walked out to the parking lot a few men passed me heading towards the restroom. I didn’t really think much about it as I sat back in the truck. Time began to tick away and I began to wonder what was taking.
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