Desi housewife’s forbidden desires

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I groaned, my clit throbbing beneath her fingers as she pushed me back against the window. I drowned in boiling ecstasy. It was so stupid. Only her eyes were far, far older than a woman in her late forties. Five or more years. Then I noticed her thong. The words felt right. “Your big, throbbing futa-dick. My phone chirped again. My vision grew blurry. Her finger swiped across her cheek, bringing the cum to her lips. No disturbance.”
“Okay.” She gave me such a heartfelt look, biting her lower lip. Another email. My vision grew blurry. And to learn we had just lost an account. Kim, because we’re going to save your business.