My Cute Indian Wife -indian Diva (hindi) Part 3

It didn't take Myra long. I was ready to dump in my pants on the dance floor so she had me off in less than a minute."There baby, we got the quick one...out of the way. How long has it been since you got some nooky in the back seat of a car?"She took me by the hand and started to lead me around the side of the house and toward her car. I had a little more blood in my head since Myra had gotten rid of my hard on and my brain was working well enough that I was trying to stop the madness before it. They shouted at anyone who looked at them. Once in the room I hesitated before I undressed her.It was beginning to get dark out as I pushed her towards the bed, "sleep."She looked at me, "will you ... take me?"I blinked as I looked at her naked body in the dim light from a window, "are you sure you want me too?"She smiled shyly, "yes."I took off my clothes and let them fall before I backed her to the bed. I laid her down and opened her legs as I knelt. I leaned close and licked through her. More

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