Dinesh was on top of me in front of Imran. He was moving with a hard and heavy rhythm. I was covered with a cream blanket over my boobs and hips. Poor guy, he did not watch my nude body. My hubby pushed his dick deep into my pussy.

He was doing it over and over, in a powerful missionary style. Imran stood there and watched us. I looked straight into Imran’s eyes. I didn’t look away. I saw his legs shaking. I saw his hands trembling at his sides. My eyes dropped to the huge bulge in his pants. He was hard and hurting.