Again.” She says. I slide the two fingers back into her as slowly as I can. Indian sex The Kitchen is warm in comparison to the trip over from my (parent’s) house next door. Her head falls back limply against the wall, says weakly “I told myself no more!” and then she starts to roll her hips down into my fingers. And now, leaning into her I can feel her nipples poking me through her shirt, her breath a little short. “Fuck you.” she says, trying to catch her breath, like she might mean it a couple of different ways. Her pussy spasms wildly on my cock, the rest of her body a tangled mass of shivers and twitches as she loses her legs. I decide to go all in. I shift myself to catch her, mostly with my cock but also with my free arm, and the slight movement only serves to intensify her orgasm, making her cry out again.
