The time for gentleness is gone. Indian sex My fingers move down, easily finding your clit hard and slippery. I push myself as deep as I can and swivel my hips, feeling your pussy twitch hungrily. “Peppermint?” you say, your voice cultured and husky. Recovering my poise I hold your shoulders and steer you to face forward. I push myself as deep as I can and swivel my hips, feeling your pussy twitch hungrily. “I do need you to take off your robe, however.”
Your neck stiffens slightly but with a movement the robe falls to the floor, leaving your sleek back facing me. Why am I visualising your body spread out before me like a feast for a king? All this ran through my mind in the few seconds I sat quietly drinking you in.
