“Nah. Indian xxx Please? “I’m gonna cum!” he exclaimed. He licked his lips as I handed him whatever blanket my hand found first. “Do you need any help with this?” I asked as I handed him the cool, wet cloths. I could feel it flicker against my sensitive, swollen clit. His temperature was warm and dry (normal) and his skin was dry and intact, except for the dressing on his forearm. He had broad, muscular shoulders, and biceps that made the sleeves of his gown bulge. What a shame to cover such beauty, such art. Slowly, I felt his middle finger slide in my love hole, inch my agonizing inch. I CAN’T BELIEVE I’M DOING THIS! And, he was a street cop. What can I do for you Anthony?”
“Um. Stop staring at that gorgeous cock! A sigh of pleasure escaped my lips as I slowly rocked my body back and forth against his.
