Indian Girl Fucked By Boyfriend

We stood awkwardly for a few minutes sipping our beers before he apologized and asked us to sit down. I laughed and headed toward what was obviously ... very loved recliner facing a huge flatscreen television. Greg was taken aback and looked liked the lost puppy Robin mentioned at the bar. She winked at me, grabbed his arm and led him to the couch.Some random basketball game caught my eye as I settled into the chair. I mentioned something about the game and Greg’s voice cracked as he said,. I helped her rise and fall on me. It didn’t take long for her pussy to gush and for her body to shake in orgasm. “Oh Mike,” she said with breathless passion.We kissed again as she kept riding me. Her movements becoming more pronounced. “God, I need this Mike,” and she came again. I looked at her and said, “let me wash your hair baby.” “You are too good to be true, Mike.” She climbed off of my lap and I took the shampoo and gently washed her hair. With her Dove soap I washed her body. With my. More

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