Sexy Desi Wife Showing Her Boobs

As Jen walked down the red carpet placed carefully over the manicured lawn on the arm of her father, I thought to myself if I died tomorrow, I had liv...d a wonderful life. She was wearing an old fashoined, high necked ivory gown worked heavily in lace and pearls, a full matching lace veil, with a headband of pearls holding it in place. Lindsey trailed behind, in a matching gown in light blue, minus the veil and train. The wedding dress was every bit of ten feet long, held off the carpet by her. I moaned loud with the pleasure and pain of having his dick inside of me so fast. He moaned too and reaching my boobs he squeezed them eliciting another moan from my lips. I had my eyes closed, so I could only feel when he sat on the bed, with his dick still lodge inside of me, and his father image on the couch came rushing back into my mind. He took my left nipple in his mouth and I kept my eyes closed imagining it was Bruno’s mouth sucking on me. I moved my hips, feeling him move inside of. More

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