Tanka husband kan ra gote grosory shop achhi bahut bhala loka au paisa balabi.tanka wife mane mo sexy aunty jie jaha upare e story se house wife tanka...age 32 au mediumslim figure sexy figure tanka dudha size guda bhi mast au bahut gora au gandi bhi bada badasundar tankara love marrage.so se bahut missing type ra talaku asanti bahut time maa pakhaku . se dinare sadhi pindhanti mote besi khas lageni setebele mo ghare gote computer thila moroom ru ru maa kan au 2ta room chadi ki tanku maa kan room. However, when he put his finger inside my pussy I lost all control.“Oh God!” I screamed as I felt my body climax in pleasure. My throbbing clit pounded against his mouth as I grabbed my breasts. I felt him lick my juices from my inner thighs.“I guess you liked that,” he said with a smile. He was stroking his cock hard.“Please fuck me,” I pleaded to him.He bent me over the table and gently pressed his cock against my pussy. Slowly he entered me. I tried to relax as best I could, but it still. Our diet consisted of more than elk and canned goods. It was mostly small game, though. That elk still took up a lot of room in the freezer. They occasionally spelled me on the tractor while I took a break or checked the condition of the hay, too. There was something a little strange about this place. It seemed that no matter how hard I worked, I never got the least bit sore. I felt just as good at night as I did in the morning.The evenings were the best part. I slept between 'my two beauties'. I chuckle as “it” simmers down. I lather up good, rinse, shave, throw the “uniform of business” on. Cinch up the red and white tie and out of the house I go. I stop off at the local deli and grab a cup of coffee. I don't have time to eat the breakfast sandwich I've come to like a little bit too much! I drive over to the Amtrak station and make the 6:15 just in time. I'm already feeling like I've got my work out in for the day. I’ve already worked up a sweat as it was going to be.