Desi Aunty Fucked By Husband’s Cousin

The location I had been given was remote. It was not an area I knew even though I had grown-up in my area of the state. The meeting spot was on a dirt...road, just off a numbered county road, and between two orange orchards. The dirt road was probably the access road used by farmer who owned the orchard. It was a really dark and moonless winter night and there were no lights beyond the headlights of my car. I arrived a few minutes before the time we agreed to meet, but I still expected to see. ”She licked some come off her face.“Salty,” she said.I grabbed a towel and cleaned up as best I could, andthen held my sister close. I lifted her dress and slidmy hand into her underwear. Wet and musky.“You’re feeling what girls feel when they get horny,” Isaid. “Let me kiss you while I take care of it.”I pressed her lips apart with my tongue, and felt aroundher smooth and hairless pussy. It wasn’t long before shestarted writhing in my arms,. More

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