The passion is building up like a dam inside me. “No, with your backside facing the street.”
“But that would mean that people could see my…um…my opening!!”
“Not for long. Indian Sex “I don’t have anything to do!” you add, now in full whine. You push me down on my back and straddle me. I remain un-impressed and rather annoyed that you have the audacity to come between a man and his TV. The large picture windows of the apartment made it difficult for us to escape the gloomy, overcast skies around us. I scoot to the side and regain eye contact without whatever beloved rerun happens to be on. You sit down loosely on the coffee table that sat in front of me, discouraged by my reaction, or lack there of. Your exposed crotch is now in full view in front of me. You rubbing your boobs and tweaking your nipples while covered in my liquid is very sexy. You moan slightly at the sight of it. You then place me inside you and we begin to make out. Suddenly, the dam breaks. I scoot to the side and regain eye contact without whatever beloved rerun happens to be on.
