Indian Aunty’s Intimate Encounter

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As the thrusting continued, Gwen’s awareness of everything around her shrank and disappeared…no light, no sound, no taste…her entire universe was focussed on the two hard hot cocks filling her and driving her to heights of sensation that she had never known existed. At first their thrusting was ragged and irregular, but as they continued they fell into a rhythm that matched each other…both cocks thrusting deeply in then pulling out at the same time. GWEN!!!” Gwen swam up through the darkness that filled her mind. As she looked up, already smiling in anticipation of what was next, he unwrapped the towel from around his waist and threw it towards the bench. As they turned to look at her, she started dragging her nails up the inside of their thighs. When she started to feel light-headed from the heat, she moved to the ladder then pulled herself up to perch on the edge of the whirlpool before sliding back and shakily standing up.

Indian Aunty’s Intimate Encounter

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