Yesterday, 09:00 PM
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His hands rose to grip Kusha's wide, squishy hips as she planted a knee on either side of him. He stared up at her perfect femininity in awe. God, she was so fucking hot. Soft and feminine in all the right places, lean and toned elsewhere. The perfect woman. All mine, no matter what that ugly douchebag tries, thought Sharath.
Kusha reached beneath her and positioned her husband's cock, dragging the condom’s latex surface up her slit and just barely inserting the swollen head of his cock into her tight, wet opening.
"Fuck me, big boy," she whispered, as her hips sank down, taking him to the hilt.
Even though Sharath is not particularly muscular or strong, he is taller than Rakesh. He is good-looking, fair in complexion, well-groomed, and keeps a clean shave at all times, exactly the neat, gentle look that Kusha prefers.
He squeezed his eyes shut and let out a hot, shuddering breath as he sank into his wife's warm, welcoming depths. Her hips began moving in slow, sensual, liquid movements, her inner muscles gripping and milking rhythmically as she worked.
"I love you..." said Kusha above him, low and sweet. Her heavy, hanging breasts swayed and bounced tantalizingly in front of Sharath's eyes as her hips pumped up and down his cock. "My good boy. My strong man, doing what needs to be done for our family, even when it's hard. I may be a Queen, but every Queen needs her..."
"... King," grunted Sharath, gripping his wife's wide hips with greedy fingers and beginning to thrust harder up into her.
Kusha chuckled, plucking Sharath's hands from her hips and pinning them on either side of his head, her fingers twining through his.
"... her consort," she said with a smoky, teasing edge in her voice. Her hips moved harder and faster now, her pussy squeezing his cock like a silky vice. "Are you going to cum for me, honey?" she asked heatedly.
Kusha reached beneath her and positioned her husband's cock, dragging the condom’s latex surface up her slit and just barely inserting the swollen head of his cock into her tight, wet opening.
"Fuck me, big boy," she whispered, as her hips sank down, taking him to the hilt.
Even though Sharath is not particularly muscular or strong, he is taller than Rakesh. He is good-looking, fair in complexion, well-groomed, and keeps a clean shave at all times, exactly the neat, gentle look that Kusha prefers.
He squeezed his eyes shut and let out a hot, shuddering breath as he sank into his wife's warm, welcoming depths. Her hips began moving in slow, sensual, liquid movements, her inner muscles gripping and milking rhythmically as she worked.
"I love you..." said Kusha above him, low and sweet. Her heavy, hanging breasts swayed and bounced tantalizingly in front of Sharath's eyes as her hips pumped up and down his cock. "My good boy. My strong man, doing what needs to be done for our family, even when it's hard. I may be a Queen, but every Queen needs her..."
"... King," grunted Sharath, gripping his wife's wide hips with greedy fingers and beginning to thrust harder up into her.
Kusha chuckled, plucking Sharath's hands from her hips and pinning them on either side of his head, her fingers twining through his.
"... her consort," she said with a smoky, teasing edge in her voice. Her hips moved harder and faster now, her pussy squeezing his cock like a silky vice. "Are you going to cum for me, honey?" she asked heatedly.
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