“Did I say you could stop? Indian Sex I knew what he liked though, and I checked the time. He knew how horribly he was teasing me. I wanted him inside me so bad. He pushed me into the brick wall, my perky, 34 D breasts hurt from the impact. “Beg for it,” he told me, cracking a smile, enjoying my pain. I needed him. I reached down to feel myself but he yanked me off and against the wall once more. I tried to get on him and he pulled back, “Wait, baby,” he whispered, “you’ll need to earn it.” I was starting to shake. He held me close to his bare chest and ran his fingers through my hair. He held me close to his bare chest and ran his fingers through my hair. Then he picked me up and threw me on the bed. It was from hormones and longer hours at his job and the fact we hadn’t fucked in weeks.
