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This sexy Malayali woman prepares herself for her first incest sex. Actually, she felt furious when she noticed her son checking her out. But she could not stop thinking about him while sleeping. Now, she feels that as a turn on and agrees to have sex with him. So, she comes to the bedroom wearing nothing before her son could come. Slowly, she wears the lacey bra and panty which still shows off her big butt.
Then, after her son coming inside, she plays with his dick and then kneels to suck it. After that, she again takes off her panty and her bra to apply the oil on her whole body. Now, her son pulls her close to his naked body and then fucks her rubbing the oily ass of his mom.
Fresh, clean towels were pilled high in a basket on the side of the sink and there was a mirrored finish on three of the four walls. Rob leaned in and turned on the hot shower. There were jets on 3 sides at adjustable angles and two small benches where you could rest. The fourth side was a floor to ceiling glass divide open to the whole room. Rob walked over to Jane and began to slowly undress what was left of her clothes. He slid her jacket off her shoulders letting it slip to the floor. He reached around her back, unzipping her skirt which slid over her curvy hips and crumpled in a pile at the end of her feet. She stepped out of it seductively. She stood before him in just stockings, garter belt and heels and wow did she look hot. Her soft, dark hair was tousled from the car and her dark brown eyes were filled with desire. Her olive skin was smooth and tanned and her full lips were swollen and pink from kissing. She leaned in and undid his trousers letting them slip to the floor.. ” He tilted his head, eyes narrowing as his cock throbbed. “I don’t want your whore buffet. I want your delicacy. I want to open up that little asshole and fuck you the way you deserve.” Her gaze lowered to his cock. She reached down. He caught her wrist, circling his hand around her skinny gold watch. Tamara looked up, eyes focusing on his. Bit her lip. Brad raised his eyebrows. “Tell me what I want to hear.” “Fuck... my ass.” Softness held her voice, as if the mere plea had broken her. Guilt tugged at his heart, but his hand was already pumping his wet, swollen cock. “Turn around, Tamara. Hold onto the counter top. I’ll go easy on you.” Breath fluttered from her open lips as she glanced down at his cock. Then met his eyes again. She nodded. Slipped her arm from his grip and stepped back. Turning around to face the mirror again, she looked at him in the reflection. Her nails rapped against the sink as she held on and bent over. Fuck. Brad’s gaze slid down to her spread ass..
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