Indian Housewife’s Intimate Encounter

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Terry said, “Holy shit, Kirby. Kirby eagerly accepted, and after a nice dinner inside, the three of us headed out to the spa in the back yard. I’ll see you back in the hot tub.”
I returned to the hot tub, grabbed my glass of wine, and slipped back into the water. With a big push, he shoved his prick deep into my cunt and started pumping it into and out of me with abandon. While Terry finished pumping his seed into my vagina, I continued stroking Kirby’s softening shaft, pulling out every last drop of cum and licking it off the tip of this cock. I had completely lost track of Terry, but suddenly felt hands pulling my legs apart under the water. We bought a beautiful little house and, after moving in, decided to add a nice, big hot tub in the back yard, with a fairly sizeable spa deck surrounding it. But holy shit that was fun!”
Terry and I both nodded in agreement.

Indian Housewife’s Intimate Encounter

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