“Something came loose under there.” She stretches. “I was trying to fix it.”The stretch seems to be a habit of hers. Ustir has noticed that sh... does it often, seemingly without realizing it. It has quite the effect on him. And as usual, her top rides up again as she lifts her arms, exposing her belly this time. It is a sight worth seeing too! She has a wonderfully flat belly and the cutest little belly button. Fingriks don’t have belly buttons. A glimpse is usually enough to disrupt the rest of. Looking round the cafe, the girl spotted them first; both in their forties, but attractive and well preserved, wedding rings, and dressed in an expensive, but sexy style. Both were of a similar height and build. Tall, one was blond, the other brunette. The blond was wearing a shortish skirt with knee length boots, the other trousers. Both were wearing tops that showed of the perfect amount of cleavage. Not so much that they looked ‘slutty’ but enough to be noticed. She lightly touched his. “mmm, wet and horny, aren’t we?” I waste no time waiting for a response as I start to fuck her at high pace. I’m propped up on my hands and have a perfect angle on her pussy. Deep and long thrusts are repeated in high velocity. She moans and grips her bonds again as I continue to ravage her cunt. “Are you enjoying your punishment?” I get the affirmative double hum and she cums right after. Her pussy is contracting around my cock. “She’s cumming, the little bitch is cumming again,” I say to. We reached our house, we have two servants and they helped us take all the luggage, he showed the room for children and the room which I can use, everything was sparkling clean and that explained how much honored guests we were and I felt so proud, the servants might have thought what a loving father. We had our bath, got refreshed and we sat for food which was typical pootu and kadala which children and I liked very much, while eating dad said that I should be wearing sari in the house and.