Weekend Morning Passion With A Desi Wife

The car was extremely quiet, but it was a peaceful relaxed silence that didn’t really call for talking. Rick was sitting on the couch, still wearing pajama pants and a white tshirt. This doesn’t have to go any further.” Clare spoke with her lips brushing his, “Please, Daddy. We can stop if you want. The TV was on but he was looking at his phone. Clare asked, “What did you get when you were out shopping today?” she pointed at the bag near the door. Clare smiled, “Now we’re getting somewhere!”
They talked, laughed, and gave each other good natured ribbing about who could drink more. Clare smiled, “Is that alcohol? But last night was so much fun, I thought we could do it again.” Rick set a shopping bad down on the small table near the door and sat down beside Clare on the couch. She pretended to hug him tighter as an excuse to move her hips more firmly against him so she could feel the bulge in his pants. Clare began to grind her pussy against his cock as he held her close. She thought to