His thumbs worked closer and closer together, eventually just brushing the sides of my puckered hole. Indian Sex Holding them with one hand he used the heel of the other to massage my ass cheeks, taking plenty of time to rub the heel of the other hand deeply between them. Now it was his turn to groan. He brushed his fingertips against my balls, and I didn’t want to acknowledge how good it felt – not even to myself. He could have contended that he was just working on the tension there, but we both knew better. Now it was my turn to chuckle, even as my face burst out with a heated blush. His hands descended down my back and up onto my butt, slowly working a cheek in each hand. So there I was getting a massage from Paul when things started to heat up. By the time our sessions were over we’d each come at least once and often times more than that. On the next pass his tip centered against my rosebud and held perfectly still, waiting to see whether I’d accept his advances.
