Husband Massaging Indian Wife indian porn
We almost can’t look at each other, no words yet. It takes an age to come; finally the doors open. Empty. Room 1917... 19th floor. I hit the button, the doors close. I see the fire in your eyes and drop my bag. You grab my head, pulling it down, kissing my lips, mouths open, tongues fighting already. The floors start to ping by, thankfully slowly. I lift you up onto the rail that runs round the lift. Your legs wrap round me, ankles behind my knees. My hands under your skirt, pushing it up frantically, the lacy tops of your hold-up stockings more than I can resist. Your skirt is almost around your waist before I slide one hand between your legs, feeling the wetness of your knickers. Your arms around my neck, you pull yourself up and start grinding against my hardness. I pin you against the wall, my hands all over you, your fitted shirt ragged, untucked, two buttons undone. Ping. Your nails scrape down my chest, my tie undone. For a second I think of hitting the stop button, but I. After 5 minutes she began to slide her pussy off his face and move her hips down to where his huge cock stood to attention. She crouched over his cock, facing me, and slowly lowered her pussy to his throbbing head. Her pussy lips enveloped around his cock and with one movement from his hips, the head of his cock slipped into her soaking wet pussy. "Oh my lord" she gasped as he spread her open. She had to pause for a few moments to catch her breath before slowly lowering herself onto the whole of his magnificent shaft; I have never seen her look as pleased with herself as she began to slowly grind her hips up and down on his cock.He was gentle with her as he let her make all the moves, however as she began to move faster he began to lift his hips upward to meet her strokes, he held her hip and pumped faster and faster until he was eventually pounding her, making her pussy spurt her fanny juices all over his chest and bed covers, by now she was screaming with each stroke as his balls.
There is nothing that makes www.ruperttube.net happier than delivering Husband Massaging Indian Wife indian porn and all the erotic fuck action like it straight into your waiting hands. Stream Husband Massaging Indian Wife indian porn in HD to please both www.ruperttube.net and yourself.