I didn’t need any more encouragement. The purr I heard from Unnati was familiar; it reminded me of the noise she made when we watched porn together. Indian Sex Hem’s hand focused on Unnatis’s free tit, squeezing hard enough that it had to be a little painful. I pumped into her hard, fast, my mouth locking around her clit. My head dipped lower, and my mouth found the sticky mess of her pussy. Then our eyes met, and we both loosed a small laugh as she handed it to me. For now, I wanted one thing more than any other. Hem and Unnati readily agreed, and together we headed to the bathroom. Her head lolled back, exposing a throat I loved to kiss and nibble. I replaced it with my tongue, lapping up the purple juices, at first with hurried licks, and then with slower exploration. Warmth pooled in my stomach as I watched them kiss. “I need a cock,” Hem complained idly, with a sigh.
