Husband Sees His Wife’s Desi Chudai With Her Lover

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" Karen drank the rest of her coffee and left. I didn't like the idea she had come up with but it was her daughter. A week later, Charles was once again off on one of his business trips. I was having coffee when the doorbell rang. Karen and Carrie were at the door when I opened it. Karen brushed pass me. "My daughter has something to tell you." When Carrie didn't walk in right behind her, she turned and dragged the girl inside. With her hands on her hips, she stared at her little girl. "Now Carrie, you can either confess to Tom or you can do it to your dad. The choice is yours." I had walked into the living room and sat down in my favorite chair. Karen came in behind me, her hand still holding onto Carrie's arm. She placed the girl in front of me and took a seat behind her on the sofa. I looked over at Karen and she had this determined look on her face. Carrie turned to look at her. "Mom please?" Karen didn't say a word. She just looked at her daughter.Carrie turned to look at me.. I told her she was not lubed, but she replied she liked it natural and told me to get her ready by just licking the juices from her pussy and using my tongue to transfer them to her ass.I pushed two fingers in her ass and stimulated her for a while before she said, "I want your dick, put your dick in." So I pushed the head of my dick into her ass and held it there looking at her. She was saying, "deeper, deeper." So I gradually pushed my dick all the way inside her and just held it there for a few minutes letting her get used to me.She started talking to me saying. "Do you like my nice tight ass Andrea?" to which I moaned in response. "It feels soooo good having your dick up my ass." she continued, while rubbing her clit. "Now fuck me hard."So I started to fuck her with long deep strokes and while I was fucking her she brought her face down to me and started kissing me intently as I continued to fuck her. Finally I could no longer contain myself spurting my cum deep inside her ass..
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