Aakash got up, took her arm, placed it on his crotch and whispered, “Look what you have done. No thanks. Desi bhabhi sex I love your pussy around my dick baby. After about 5 minutes, Aakash realised he would not hold much longer but didn’t want it to end yet. Aaaah. Your husband fucks you like this?)Shreya: Please don’t say that, Aakash.Aakash: Don’t be shy, Shreya. What are you doing here? What about you? Who is your favourite actress?Aakash: No one.Shreya: That’s not fair. He licks for a minute before Shreya get half up. Aaah. He pushed her on the sofa, got on top of her and started kissing her. Yes. There must be someone for sure who you fantasise about.Aakash: Well, you asked about my favourite actress, not who I fantasise about.Shreya: Haha, very smart. Please forgive me. He picks up to see a text from his wife, Kritika, ‘Good Morning, Baby! He feels a sense of pride
