Desi aunty fucked by hubbys friend

His wife returned with another plate of peanuts; I thanked her and she came and sat on the couch were I was to watch the game with me. Her husband soo... returned downstairs, all changed. He asked if she could look after me till he returned.“Sure, I will,” she answered. “Oh honey, would you mind picking up a new olive oil for me on your way back? Thanks, dear.” He kissed her on the cheek, told me once again that he’ll be right back, before heading out of the house. I heard his car come alive as. Involuntarily, she let out a whimper as she pressed her ass back tighter into him, the dampness between her legs growing more. She realized what she was doing and then began to struggle against him, until he sternly growled “STOP” in her ear.Letting go with his hand on her belly, he held her tight against him with the one on her face. He reached out, grabbing a rope hanging from a branch on the tree. “If you scream, I will rip your throat out, do you understand?” he growled in her ear. All she. More

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