I moaned as he pulled me down to the ground and seized my shorts by the waistband. Indian sex “You smell fuckin’ sexy, Eileen,” he groaned as he continued massaging my pussy and lace his fingers through my dark pubic hair. We both scrambled to get our clothes on. As his tongue worked wonders on my pussy he applied pressure to my rear entrance with his middle finger. My feet pounded against the pavement and sweat ran in streams from my temples. “SHIT!” I gasped. His fingers were very long. Gross!” He complained disgustedly. Perhaps, too intrigued… I repositioned myself, keeping my tits in fucking position and I reached down to take care of myself while he got his own kicks. “Yeah, I enjoyed your company, too…” I muttered under my breath, walking quickly away from the crime scene. I felt his arms wrap around me from behind and he gripped my left breast hard. Knowing my anatomy very well, I hit the spot right away and went
