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Chris pulled her legs until her ass rested at the edge of the desk; her cunt at the right height for his cock to fuck her. Oh, fucking yes, Mr. Indian porn After a moment I handed him back his receipt. “In a parking lot of a police station?”
He grinned at me, those gorgeous brown eyes staring at me with lust. “You should see our bank account. Anyways, Chris, how would you like to rule South East Asia for us when the time comes?”
My husband blinked. Thanks to b0b for beta reading this. I held them together before sliding them up and down his cock. Did you just cum on my cock?”
“Yes!” I screamed, my insides still being consumed by my climax, fanned by his powerful thrusts churning over and over through me. He moaned, his hips bucking as the velvety smooth skin of my melons drove him crazy with passion.