Steamy Encounter With A Desi Bhabhi At Home – Hindi Audio Included

“Get up off me, and kneel down on the floor, at my feet.” I told her. One time, I was in the shop working, and laying on my back to get up under the machine. “Fucking Cunt!” I growled, walking out of the H.R. It was also announced that she had been promoted up to National Accounts because of it. “Good morning.” She purred, once she noticed that I was awake. We spent the rest of the day talking about everything, except for work. I stopped writing notes, put down the file and pen, and watched her desperately trying to get me into her throat. “Did you get my present?”
“Yeah, it’s sitting on my coffee table.” I said. She started blowing me like she first did the night before.