Sensual Indian Housewife Intimate Encounter 1

After ever second had passed she moaned every so slightly more. “Oh don’t worry about it, I rather…” I replied quickly. With a deep breath, she forced it into me, I let out a loud moan. There was no way for her to hide it. I could hear her breathing had become much heavier; she was breathing out of her mouth now. A few tiny moans escaped her lips as I got lost in my bestfriends wonderful pussy. Her blonde hair was behind her ears, she put her fingers through them as she sat in the tent. There was no way for her to hide it. “Cum all over me, all over my face Katie! I slid the tight jeans from my waist, and pulled the thong furiously off of myself. I asked her how she felt, I got no reply.