One hand had my dick, the other was clutching at my back for balance. “I think you need a shower,” she said, her eyes sparkling. Indian Porn I couldn’t help it. “I do it because you’re freaking hot, and I like making you feel good.”
“You think I’m hot?” No one had ever called me that before. Why, what a coincidence! I don’t think Jen set her new camera down for even a second; she spent the entire day with the display practically plastered to her face as she navigated the menus, tried out all the options, and snapped test photos. I even pictured her meeting another guy at school, dating him, and fucking his brains out. Jen and I didn’t get an opportunity like that again for a long time. I thought. We’d been alone for a whole twenty minutes and we still had clothes on.
