She felt his abdomen and chest pressed comfortably into her back; the stubble on his jaw round the back of her ear, and something dauntingly large exp...nding upwards into her thigh gap. All three of these sensations were buzzing through her brain, and each of them was enough to stifle the part of her brain that was looking for positive, moral action.Her husband, 'blah, blah, blah,' it said, not quite piecing together a full string of logic before the slippery rod twitched higher, pushing its way. " I'm broke, please! I'll make it worth your while." She begged."how are you going to due that if you have no money?" however you want" "well the only other thing that you have to offer me is your body, is that what you mean?" Yes" she whispered " just hurry, please!"now Chris & I had been arguing about one thing or the other for a solid two weeks, & so in her mind I had somehow arranged this. & she started tearing into me, I don't remember her exact words. but it amounted to " go ahead you. Mesila was relentless, driving the dildo deeper and deeper, enjoying the feel of Gemmalyn's dildo trapped between their stomachs as hers drilled into Gemmalyn's cunt. Gemmalyn's curses turned to moans and her legs tightened harder around Mesila's waist. Suddenly, Gemmalyn cried out and squirmed beneath her on the floor. Gemmalyn shuddered through a tremendous orgasm and then with a hard uncontrolled orgasmic involuntary shudder and twist, rolled Mesila off her and onto the floor, breaking them. There was always a chance I would be caught. But the risk was worth taking.No other way was I ever going to see my own parents having sex. The camera gear was connected to my laptop, and I switched it on. The view was just perfect. My mom was already in her red bra and white petticoat. She looked like a hot MILF we see in so many of these ‘Desi Sex Videos’.For a second I even imagined my mom in the video I saw just yesterday. An Aunty from Delhi was fucked, inside a moving auto-rickshaw, by her.