Delivery Guy Return : 11

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"Aaah," Anjali said. "Yes!"

The man slid his finger slowly into her pussy, using his thumb to massage the vaginal opening.

Anjali, her mouth wide open, twisted at the neck to lock eyes with me.

Delivery man : you like this?

Anjali : Yes. (she moaned)

Delivery man : Do you want me to continue?

In response, Anjali moved her hips forward, letting the delivery man's finger penetrate her deeper.

At the same time, with her eyes still on me, she grabbed hold of his chin and brought his lips to her breast again.

Anjali (ordered) : suck on my tits at the same time.

The man obliged her, beginning to suck on her breasts vigorously even as his finger moved in and out of my wife.

Anjali reached a hand back to touch my head before pulling me in for a kiss.

Delivery man : You're so wet, Madam, My finger is fully wet.

Anjali broke off from our kiss briefly to look at him.

Anjali : of course I am wet, and I am really feeling so horny.

That got the man excited.

I could see the tent in his faded trousers.

I wondered if he would want to take them off next but he was content to redouble his efforts to get my wife off with his finger.

He used his other hand to grab her breast one after the other, pinching her nipples until Anjali gasped.

I remained behind her, my erection pressing more and more into the small of her back until she reached back and fondled it through my shorts.

Anjali : I'm about to come (she announced) Don't stop. Please!

The delivery man moved his finger in and out while I clutched Anjali hips tight from behind.

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