Desi Village Housewife Fucking With Her Husband In Bedroom

’ I blush with his praise stepping closer I seek his lips again, needing to fill her hunger for him. Thinking to herself that he looks tired but so...handsome in his red shirt and tan slacks. He slips his shoes off and draws her to the bed. Then decides that he wants to feel her next to his skin. He unbuttons his shirt tossing it into the chair and then undoes his slacks. He unbuttons her gold top and reaches for her breasts that he adores so. He slips the shirt from her shoulders, leans down to. She,d now regained her senses, but kept silent. “Do you not speak, c***d?” “Yes Sir Knight. I must thank you for saving my life!” She spoke in a musical voice. “Ah your voice is like the music a waterfall makes so sweet and gentle. What is your name fair maiden?” “Alana. I,m so cold!” “Stupid me, but of course you are! Let me build a fire and you can dry your dress by it!” She sat on a large stone with the warm pelt sound her and watched as the big man gathered dry twigs and tufts if grass to. More

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