Misc. Erotica The Strange and Beautiful Sorrows of Sathya Krishnan

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As the cameraman slept next to my mom and started inserting his hand under my mom’s white petticoat and started taking his hand all the way above her knees and thighs, “help… Save me…!” we could hear my sister screaming.  “It's your daughter, Sathya, let’s go save her,” as the cameraman tried to get up, “relax sir,” my mom exclaimed and slept on top of him, and holding his face, “they are practising Sir, Zamindar character guy must be here and they were practising with him, and that why she is screaming,” as my mom began saying we could all of them laughing now.  “See… they are practising.  She requested me not to watch her practice as she would feel shy and can’t act well,” my mom said.  “Well, let's not disturb them and let's enjoy ourselves here,” he said and started hugging my mom who was sleeping on top of him, and began kissing my mom’s lips.  “Mmmmmm….” my mom moaned and started kissing his lips back.  As the cameraman began rolling over and making my mom go under him, slept on top of my mom, he began lifting my mom’s white petticoat all the way up about her waist and started inserting his cock inside my mom’s pussy and began making love to my mom.