Indian wife fucked by a friend

When we reached my in law’s home, my sali already was there and on our reaching, she came and hugged me and said “aap aa gaye jijaji hum to kab se...aap ka intezar kar rahe the” really when she hugged me her big tits touched my chest and i also touched her beautiful ass with my hands and my tool got hard. Then she got busy in meeting her sister and my kids. Her husband had still not reached for the marriage. So, i planned for the nice fuck before the arrival of her husband. So, in the evening. It sounded like a moan. John’s moan. It seemed like ages since she had heard him moan like that, but she knew his sounds better than anyone else.Her mind was only starting to register that something was amiss as she placed her hand on the doorknob. She quietly turned the knob, opening the door just enough to peek through to the garage. What she saw nearly caused her to scream. John was sitting on his weight bench, naked from the waist down. His knees were spread apart, and Jack was between. More

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