Indian Housewife Secretly Enjoys Intimate Moments With Neighbor

My hands fondled and squeezed Lyana’s breasts. My arms are getting tired so I gently placed her body on my desk. My fingers slid up until they snaked underneath the cups of her bra and touched the underside of her breasts. Fuck. Holy shit. Oh, Lyana.” I said as I gazed upon her limp body on my desk. My heart is beating faster as lust overcame my mind. I finally pulled my face out of her breasts and once again laid my hands on Lyana’s smooth thighs. I immediately grabbed her boobs, “Damn, Lyana. Higher. I started rubbing my fingers on her mound, feeling the contour of her mound over the fabric of her panties. Her back is arched, making her chest push forward.