Indian Mature Housewife Part 2

My body was still tingling and our mixed cum from my pussy was running down my ass onto the bed. I felt that for the first time in my life I had been ...ucked. My next thought was how am I going to explain this two-hour absence to my husband. He left. I went into the bathroom dragging my clothes with me and with one look in the mirror my mind said you look like a trailer whore after a night of fucking the neighborhood. I had cum caked from my waist to my thighs. My blonde bush was tangled and. ‘Don’t. Just turn over.’ ‘Yes, sir,’ she whispered. He grinned. Not because of the words, but because of the way she said them. Sort of playful almost, with a hint of the smart ass. It took great effort just to roll over but she did and he crept up on the bed and brought a bottle of oil with him. Over the next three quarter hour he massaged her back half with skill, warmth and genuine caring. But it was nearly all wasted on Jenny, who slid into a death like insensibility when he began rubbing. More

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