Darius squinted at her. Indian hot sex Oh God, I can’t help it, I need to… Exposing a generous V down her chest and the side of her thighs, it was all Eleanor and Darius could do to not start drooling. My fault for wearing such a dress. Eleanor broke from her trance, and one by one they filtered through into the dining room and sat around a large wooden table, glasses already poured with wine. ‘Don’t worry about it.’ Darius told them, and instantly their expressions softened. Eleanor’s eyes darted between Darius and the staircase, unable to take her mind off Isabelle. A cornucopia of steaming vegetables, roasted potatoes and chicken created a mouth-watering aroma, and soon they were tucking in. Her throat was becoming dry, and her loins began to ache with a dull warmth, and for once she was grateful she wasn’t allowed to touch herself, worried that, given the choice, she wouldn’t be able to resist. Her cleavage was clammy with sweat, her two tits almost bursting out of her dress.
