Isabel Kaif sister of Katrina Kaif

This is illegal right? Incest of course. I knew I should have said no. I am a virgin.. about to lose my V indian card? Or Katrina maybe and hopefully this is just a prank. Yeah! This is a prank my parents were probably doing on me." I thought. Before I could think any more, I get a text from Dad. "Your Mom's ready. Remember to Isabel wear the ski mask, don't say a word, and if asked, say you took an Uber here." I nervously walked a couple blocks to my home. I put on the ski mask hoping Mom wouldn't recognize me and I rang my doorbell. "Come in." I heard my Mother yell through the living room. I was ready to be surprised about how my parents prank me... But I was not 100% prepared for what waited behind the door; Mom was standing across the living room straddling the door frame. She had one leg hiked up against the frame of the door and she was wearing the same silk purple robe she had worn for me the night before. Her jet black hair draped down over her shoulder and over one of her breasts; her makeup was heavily exaggerated, like you'd see in a porno. My eyes began to wander down the curvature of her body as she turned towards me just a bit; the bra she was wearing matched the purple robe, it had lace that covered only her nipples and was held in place by black strings which circled the entirety of her breast. I continued down to Mom's waist and could only see various strings on her bottoms with one very tiny stripe of purple covering the slit of her vagina; her legs were covered in mesh stockings with a black lacey top attached to a garter belt around her hips. Kaif To top it all off, she had on black high heels which boosted her height a couple of inches giving her legs a fuller lengthier appearance; I was rock hard just standing there in front of Mommy. She stepped away from the door frame and stood directly in front of me pulling the front of the robe behind her back, exposing her entire bollywood outfit for me to see. "Well, do you like it?" Mom said with a whisper and a giant grin across her face. I nodded. Just keep going Owen, don’t stop fucking me.” “Really?” Natalie huffed, and got to her feet. I want to get as much of this as I can.” "Stop! Him, Vlad, Johnny and Dudley drove me 1.5 hours to a few towns over where I wouldn’t be recognized. “Perfect. No need to take them off, Katrina since even her bottom was available to my hands-on appreciation. I go wake Jill asking indian if she would like to stay here and do some work or go with Dakota and me to taste the sampling of a couple of chefs this morning. The next day while she was at work, Paige noticed that a woman that frequently went to the same laundromat that she did stopped in to eat breakfast. Her asshole is puckered, pink and clean, and it twitches as my shaft glides over it. He ran his hands over her soft inner thighs and pushed a finger into her gaping hole. What bollywood do I have to do?” I called Julia and Kaif made an appointment for Sunday morning thinking that I’d take Lucy to lunch with Paul McCormick. She arched up once more, her breasts crushed against his chest, her hard nipples slamming into him. My back touched the cool sheets as he shoved into my body again. I grabbed her wrists and pulled Isabel them over her head and held them down.