I sometimes sit in class imagining that his tanned, toned arms pick me up and his perfect lips kiss mine. Indian porn sex He led me upstairs and opened the door. Five hours at the school with nothing at all to do definantly sounded boring. His mouth tasted like oranges. He grabbed my wrists and pinned them above my head “there will be plenty of time for that” he said with a devilish smile. He started kissing my mouth again as his hands explored my body. “You can change in here and bring your wet clothes downstairs when you’re finished. I guess he noticed me staring at him because he looked down at himself and smiled. Do you want to put on some of my clothes while I wash yours?” I couldn’t help but notice him staring at my erect nipples through my drenched t-shirt. His mouth tasted like oranges. I noticed his face was flushed, I wasn’t sure if it was flushed from embarrassment or because he was hot, as he poured two glasses of orange juice. Barnes was walking out of another room in the house, I assumed to be his bedroom. “I’m dressed now, sorry about that. You’d be bored out of your mind,” he said. “How’d you know?” I asked.
