sorry…” she muttered. Indian hot sex Soon enough, I couldn’t wait any longer and brought my face down to her pussy, my tongue rubbing her clit before entering her. Our eyes looking into one another’s, we, as if from telepathy, suddenly… I had light brown, shoulder-length hair, blue eyes often described as ‘piercing’, and actual piercings in my ears. Jen giggled. I had no idea what she was thinking, if she had liked it or found it repulsive or what. What was wrong with me? That had been odd, I thought, then shoved that train out of my brain.
Jen was talking. My pink inner labia were still sticking out between my legs. Still smiling and very curious, she opened my labia wide with her fingers, checking me out. This was going to be more easy than I had thought. It was news to me, and very good news, at that.
She continued, looking at my chest again. It hadn’t really covered much – my breasts were small A-Cup wonders.
