Indian Housewife Enjoying Passionate Intimate Moments

She considered frigging herself off right there in her parents’ bed, but she knew that she wouldn’t be able to really concentrate, nervous that her mother might walk in at any moment and, besides, she had already licked up all the cream, so that it was the same as any damp bed. Her tongue slipped across her lips, tasting some of the sweet nectar. But they were too engrossed in what they were doing to hear her or notice that the door had opened slightly, as the crest surged in Jimmy’s loins. His balls went off in Diana’s palm and his cock rippled as the thick slime sped up through the hollow core. The room was unoccupied and, apparently, her mother had decided to stay downstairs. Keep cumming, Jimmy!” Diana babbled in her greed. His ebbing vigor was recharged as his cockhead played on her tits and Jimmy began spurting savagely again. He kept dosing her with foam, like a fire extinguisher on her fiery flesh. His balls sank in, then expanded, as if they were panting in echo of his lungs.