I was nude head to toe wearing only my mangal sutra which rested in between my cleavage. Desi bhabhi sex I knew it was my hubby’s and thought of closing. He slipped it inside with a steady push. I was on my back with my legs spread wide…his cock thrusting in and out of me…my loud moans and gasps…his hands gripping mine tightly above my head…the bed creaking to and fro…his occasional grunts…the scene whizzed itself past through my mind rapidly. I was nude head to toe wearing only my mangal sutra which rested in between my cleavage. I moved my legs apart to give space for my fingers to slip into my throbbing wet pussy.“Ahhh…” I groaned in pleasure and cupped my legs together. My mind shouted loud trying to stop this stranger from feasting on my orthodox body.
