Indian Husband And Wife Cums Together Masturbating Eachother

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.iwent to the bathroom n kept the door half closed as soon as i hear the waiter comin i wore the bathrobe an came out n saw tat he was a man arrnd 30s,tall,dark,heavyly build,i asked him to take some clothes for laundry,,i asked him to sit in d sofa for some time i bend down n purposely open my belt of bathrobe,then after 2 -3mins came from the other room as if i didnot knew of the wardrobe malfunction,as i lifted my hand to giv him the clothes,my entire boobs was visible to him n he got instant errection he soon came near me grabbed me n began kissin after 2-3mins i pushed him i wanred him tat i will tell d manager abt this n he will be sacked from work,,he became afraid and said plss madam dont do this plss i am sorry,,i said tat u hav to do sumthing for tat he agreed ,i asked him wat is his name he told joshua,look joshhua i ll save u n also allow u to fuck me on 1 condition ,,wat mam plss tel i ll do u hav to arrange for some viagra pills n whisky n come to my bfs room arrnd 10pm. Shyly I look around before nervously biting my lower lip and stepping closer. Moving your hand towards me you ask, "Can I?" Shyly I bite my lower lip, and nod my head yes. As I do you close the small gap between us. A shockwave goes through my whole body as I feel your right hand slip around my upper thigh. It feels as if we're the only people in the entire building. We don't notice that the band is finishing up on stage nor the woman who has been watching our every move smiling as if she knew a secret that no one else knew. Slowly your hand slides up to my ass and you give It a good hard squeeze causing between my legs to tingle and me to run my hips against you. Suddenly aware that the concert has ended when someone bumps into us. I blush bright red and look down for a moment before looking up and saying "I'm sorry...you must think I'm just a slut and sleep with every guy I meet." Your hand moving up again now on my lower back you pull me closer and lean down and say, "No, not at.
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