Her fingers came up to the front clasp of the red lace releasing it… allowing her breasts to feel the coolness of the room… and the heat of Susans gaze…
Susans fingers dropped to the belt of her bikini, releasing it slowly and letting the brown fabric slide down her legs to pool at her feet. They stood, watching each other, breathing together, until Susan took Dalias hand in hers, turning to walk away. Indian Sex Video They moved closer to one another, without being conscious of it. The thoughts poured, no, RACED through Dalias mind. Susan was tall and slender, her athletic, toned body showed the color of golden honey in the bright desert sun. They followed the hallway down, turning into Susans bedroom. “Thanks.” She whispered back. “Thank you.” She breathed. Her tongue slowly moving over parched lips. And the thoughts mixed with the images and the sounds and the scents… and Susan moved slowly down, her lips brushing Dalias stomach, her hand caressing her abdomen. Dalia felt Susans fingers close over the buttons of her top… fumbling, yet certain… slowly releasing, one… after the other… the ivory white skin slowly coming into view…
Susans fingers brushed the tops of Dalias breasts… gentle… as if a butterfly had landed… Dalias back arch unwillingly, pushing




















