I laid her on my bed and looked at her sleeping face,
like an angel there on my dark blue sheets. Indian Sex Down to her neck, so graceful
and down along her chest. I tilted my head with a little smile, “Oh now, what’s
that? I removed her shoes and socks and put my back to her
body as I wrapped the cuffs around her ankles. She walked on and I watched her leave, the curves of
her hips, the flawless round shape of her ass. She twisted and screamed behind
the tape, I growled and sucked at her left nipple. I bit at the flesh and she yelped, I sucked at her
nipples again and she moaned. “You hungry? “hmm?” I asked. It didn’t matter who was doing it, it just
felt amazing. And when
she went to the bathroom, I slipped the pill into her
soda. Her smile was the
kind that could light up a room and her body was slender
but deliciously curved. I shifted in my
chair and flipped back to the website I was really
here to see. I didn’t look up but
concentrated on what I was doing. Her sweater was open in the chill and the pretty pink
t-shirt she was wearing showed how the cold was drawing
her nipples into tempting points.
