My breath rasps and I mutter her name regardless of who might hear, forgetting I am alone, I shout her name as I start to jerk flooding the condom with a seemingly never ending supply of cum. In my head I can hear her whispering my name, her voice and accent so exotically different from what I hear daily on the streets outside. Indian Porn She may be far away but she’s never far from my thoughts. An eternity later it does end and I slip gently back into the comfort of the chair with a very contented sigh. The next picture captures my attention, she’s in the shower and I can hear her talking to me, telling me what she wants to do to me as I sit and watch her. My hand slides up and down slowly as I focus on the next image. There’s no one home but me tonight and I sit in the darkness re-reading a sex story my friend penned.
