His torso had that sexy growth of hair. Indian hot sex By the time I finally agreed it was close to midnight. I was a master at blowjobs. “What are you trying to do?” he gasped, impatiently. As soon as I was standing, he didn’t wait, and reached a hand out towards my pussy. He cupped them, squeezing the hot flesh before carefully twisting my nipples. He met me at the back door in only his boxers and after a hushed greeting we crept through a dark, cheery looking kitchen into their second living room. A thick finger felt along my smooth lips, feeling the wetness there. “Oh, really.” I was blushing, embarrassed. But I had not so much as kissed someone I’d known at our school and this was fresh, exciting territory for me. His mouth was warm and comfortable, our tongues tangling. “Y-yeah it does, you jsut need to be a bit more gentle!” My muscles were clenched tight against him out of habit, but he soon withdrew his digit and I immediately craved for something more to be filling me. My large, firm breasts sat prettily on my too pale frame, the dark nipples hardening once the arousal and cold air hit them.
