Lynn saw a strange number as she picked up her ringing mobile. A couple of taps on the screen and he was in video mode, free to film the once prim and proper, church going housewife laid out in front of him. Indian Sex He had even called me Lynn, not Lyndi Loo that i hate so much. Lynn’s hands fell away leaving Steve free reign to play with her surrendering breasts. “No i can’t, my husband, my children, oh god soooo niceee, soooo goooooood, daughter sooo wroooong”
As Lynn babbled away with failing resistance Steve edged her down and scooped her legs up so she was laying across his lap on her back. Steve began a steady pumping rhythm as he set about loosening Lynn’s bowels. Alone at last Lynn got on with her chores, washing up the breakfast dishes, then collecting the laundry from the bedrooms. After five minutes Steve rolled Lynn off him, his limp cock easily sliding out of her well fucked cunt.
