Kumar continued to massage her breast. It made her shriek and jolted back in her chair.“Kumar, you little rascal! Desiporn Kumar often comes to my home and sometimes he even spends the night. Kumar welcomed us and was very disappointed not to see my mom. He was holding the camera and recording my mom sucking his dick like a cheap whore. “Oh god, Amma. Is everything alright?” she asked, concerned. It made her shriek and jolted back in her chair.“Kumar, you little rascal! “But I need this, Amma. I really had no idea I was holding you up. Finally, you are doing something useful,” she said, relaxing into his touch.“I just wanted to make you feel better,” he said, still massaging her shoulders. He offered his lips to her.




















