Misc. Erotica The Strange and Beautiful Sorrows of Sathya Krishnan

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Meanwhile, letting the hero and the director enjoy my sister, I went to check on my mom who was on the terrace of the adjacent farmhouse.  As I took the stairs and went to the terrace, the cameraman, after enjoying my mom’s pussy nicely, was hugging my mom naked and sleeping on top of her.  “Sir?!” as my mom tried to wake him up, “mmmmm… 5 more minutes, Sathya, let me enjoy hugging and sleeping on top of you naked,” the cameraman moaned.  “Enjoying yourself, aren’t you, Sir?” my mom whispered.  “Mmmmm… yeah, Sathya, your pussy was great, the best pussy I have ever had,” the cameraman whispered.  “You are from the city, you must have had many girls,” my mom whispered.  “I had many girls, Sathya, but your pussy was different and amazing.  The moment my cock went inside your pussy, I could literally feel your pussy all over my cock, making me fall in love with you,” the cameraman whispered.  “I am glad that I made you happy, Sir, but I have to go home sir, my husband will be waiting for me,” my mom whispered.  “Going home so that your husband can have your pussy now, Sathya?” the cameraman asked in a worried tone.  Holding the cameraman’s face, “come on Sir, I have promised you already, for the next three years until we complete all our movies, my pussy is all yours, only for you to enjoy,” my mom said and planted a kiss on his forehead.  “Thank you so much, Sathya,” he said and hugged my mom.  “You can leave after 10 minutes okay?” he said and started resting on top of my naked mom.  “Okay my hero,” my mom whispered with a smile and let him rest on her naked body.