Holding her wrist lightly, I repeated the movement of her palm up and down my throbbing stiffy a few times, delighting in her warm, gentle touch. But she didn’t close the lid. Indian sex Having her hand resting on my erection was pleasing, but I longed to feel her skin on mine, so I lifted her wrist temporarily and pulled my trousers down, tucking the waistband underneath my balls before placing Vicky’s delicate hand back upon the exposed base of my rigid swollen member, her relaxed fingers curling gently around my scrotum. It was the same one Vicky had been wearing the previous night. Her legs were still together and her tights obscured anything more exciting from view. She looked to be in an even deeper sleep. I wriggled around in the bed a little, to see if it would cause her to stir, but she didn’t move.
