You try to grab my cock and tell you. Set in a small grove of pine trees the smell was everywhere. Indian Sex I push aside the tiny triangles covering you and bite your nipples. Your hair hangs across me and you lay your head down on my shoulder. I’m sitting cross legged in front of you. I grab you tits and lean in licking biting and teasing. You begin to close in trying to pull me in, I slide out of you grip sit up and tell you. It was a small string thong bottom. So there we are, me sitting in my boxer briefs crossed legged in front of you, standing naked with my button down shirt draped over you shoulders. You slowly move a finger over to it wipe it on to your finger and proceed to spread the clear sweet fluid across you lips. “No, take off you top.” Which is more of a formality at this point. Finally you whimper, convulse, give in to it. I couldn’t stop staring at how you let the black ties on the sides of the bikini bottom hang out over the top of your shorts.
