The husband had just gone to work, Diana Rider pulled the lover into the house, straight to the sofa, where the light yellow lights were bold every curve of her cunt. The phone clamped tightly in her ear, she answered her husband in a sweet voice, but her lips pursed tightly to hold the moan when the other guy stamped a violent dick from behind. Diana curved his butt, welcomed every blow of fuck, sweating along his back, wet cunt tightened him. She scratched the leather and chair layer, her body trembled in the overwhelming happiness, not caring about the call just horizontal.