But I didn’t dare lift or turn my head because I was concentrating so hard on keeping the pile of clothing stable on my back as we made our way down the hall to the elevator. Indian sex Thank You for not hurrying, Sir, and allowing me to lift and lower my hands and legs carefully as we walked. I was lost in the awareness of so many sensations: the rough weave of the rug beneath my hands and knees and the tips of my toes; the chill breeze from the air conditioning on my sweat-soaked skin; my breasts swaying beneath me as I crawled, the nipples hardened until they felt like pencil points; the clamminess of my panties as they clung to me; and oh, Sir, my pussy, so swollen and wet and wanting You! The main lights in the lobby had been turned off, leaving only the dim glow of a few recessed bulbs in the ceiling, as You led me along the hall towards the
