Sexy Indian Aunty Simran

Once outside he staggered to the railing, breathing in great gulps of the cold January air. How could he have lost so much? How could he have such rot...en luck? He rested his elbows on the railing and put his face in his hands. He would win it all back. He raised his head and tilted his face to the starry night sky. Please, he prayed, let me win it back, please. He looked down to the frost covered gardens below. The ball had ended hours ago. His daughter Virginia had danced the night away. She. Walking around the counter she watched as Ed dropped his pants. She sank to her knees and sucked his cock until he came with a loud groan.“Here my dear” said Ed “have another drink to wash out your mouth. I will have a drink too”. She watched in awe as his limp, drained cock began to grow stiff again. She pulled off her knickers. “Take me” she screamed. Ed smiled “I am now your Master” he said “you will address me as such”. Sandra could feel herself heating up again. What was in that drink that. More

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