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Cheating Housewife A Christmas Fling

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He started rubbing my thighs and I instantly knew what he wanted. I was sex-starved. My husband hardly ever had sex with me. I was his trophy wife. I was so desperate for a good fuck. I quickly untied his belt, unzipped his pants, and took out his cock. It was already erect. I wanted it in my pussy; I was not interested in foreplay. I got my little black handbag. I had a few condoms in there.

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