I was reading “The Fall of the House of Usher” for about the 500th time when i noticed her peering at me from over the top of her book, “Dreams of Terror and Death”, from across the room. Indian sex I moved back down from her neck to her collar bone, and then to her chest, slowly caressing and kneading her breasts before kissing them lightly. I could feel the juices of her pleasure running down my leg, it was a warm trickling sensation, very pleasurable. We kicked our shoes off climbing into her bed. I looked down, “Dreams of Terror and Death,” I said, reading the title of the book outloud,
“Yea, you remember you let me take it out before you?” she said, putting her left hand on her hip, shifting her weight to her right foot. We kissed heavily, lips and tongue entwining, lost in the moment of lusty passion.
