Spicy Kitchen Encounter With My Indian Stepsister

“I’m sorry to deceive you master”, she started, answering my unspoken question, “But while it was Marci’s mouth that day at the bookstore”, she smiled a knowing grin, “It was this cunt”, she trailed a hand down her body, to part the lips of her pussy. Marci froze, her whole body seized from the unusual experience. Porn videos “Slide down, slut”, I ordered, her lips breaking from mind, as she slid her sweaty body down, the fold of her slick pussy caressing my cock. “Slut”, I spoke to Brittany, “hold my cock upwards, and hold her ass open. “Slide down, slut”, I ordered, her lips breaking from mind, as she slid her sweaty body down, the fold of her slick pussy caressing my cock. I considered her answer, and looked over our daughter. I was so wrapped up in the afterglow, the bliss following our mutual climax, that I had forgotten all about Brittany, as her expert fingers rubbed at her clit, bringing herself closer and closer to her own orgasm. I realized that tonight, she’s had to listen to every dirty thing Marci and I talked about, and heard

Spicy Kitchen Encounter With My Indian Stepsister

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