“Hahahaha, that’s fucking hilarious. Without even thinking, my hand went to work rubbing my own sex. Indian sex “Man, I’m fucked up.”
“So am I.” I rubbed my face. Another thrust got him even deeper. When he hit the back of my throat, I relaxed and he slid down until my nose was in his pubic hair and his balls were against my chin. It wasn’t long before I was furiously fingering myself. His mouth cover my slit and I felt his tongue slip inside me and slurp my juices. My other hand worked his shaft in rhythm with my mouth. His still hard cock slipped from my box with a *squish*. “Fuck! My cigarettes are in my purse and my purse is in Sara’s room.”
“I’ve got some.” I followed Bobby to his room. “Oh, speaking of drugs, J.D. One hand pinched and massaged my left breast while the other slid between my legs.
