She moans louder in immense pleasure as the ice slides inside of her. Indian Sex She sighs in defeat before saying,
“Fine. Think of mommy! Once she locks me in place, there’s a moment of stillness. During the kiss, she guides my hands from her flat tummy to her succulent tits. God, I’m getting even closer just thinking about it. She’s propping herself on her knees, swaying her hips, stealing glances at me as she talks about God knows what, this is just pure torture. There’s nothing for me to confess.”
Alright, then. Whatever. She pulls them down along with my briefs, completely exposing me. Is she…rubbing ice on me? She then climbs onto the bed, straddling my face and lightly hissing in delight as she rubs herself with her ice cold hands. I bet you were thinking of mommy dearest being your little whore.”
I try to defend myself, but I’m interrupted by the sound of my phone blaring from my pocket. This is a reeeal bitch to deal with!”
Catching onto her subliminal implication, I shove two more fingers inside of her, garnering a sharp moan in return.
