Indian Wife’s Intimate Hairy Vagina With White Secretion From A Rare Perspective

The Indian man leans over the table. I pull her onto my lap so she straddles me and start to rock her back and forth against me. I grab his hand and tell him to stop. I manage to release his member from his trousers and slide my panties to the slide, I moan sharp and loud when he fills my cunt too quickly and starts thrusting before I have a chance to get any wetter. “I need to leave,” the scent of Beth is making me feel dizzy, almost faint, and I realise how much I want to leave the room. I smell her perfume before I catch a glimpse of her, darting up the stairs and down the long corridor. “I need to find my cousin,” I tell him. I turn off towards Johannes’ office where I know he will be. She’s sat up in my bed and the light coming through the curtains gives her a warm sleepy glow.