I felt her moan, her face trapped between my ass cheeks and tongue getting deeper inside my asshole. When the work out was over, I sent a text, then stretched a bit. Indian sex After grinding on her for a few minutes I pulled her head up so that her tongue landed on my clit. As she came she squirted, drenching my hand and the duvet of her bed. The small room, which was already full of the smell of my sweat, had started to stink of pussy too. She was barely over five feet tall, and had a very small frame, which made her only b-cup breasts look rather large. They were wrong, but that wasn’t any of their business. All the sweat from my work out had collected in the tight pink panties I had worn, and I knew Karen could feel how damp they were. Karen leaned over me and brought her face close to my right armpit. Karen took her time to start, licking
