I grinned at him, then reached between his legs and grabbed hold of his bulge, saying, “Since you got to squeeze my tit, do I get to grab your crotch?”
He laughed….especially when I didn’t release my hand after asking the question. Indian porn sex He seemed to be really enjoying himself as he fondled and massaged my breasts like he was kneading dough. All in all, an amazing experience that I knew I’d remember forever. The guy making drinks mixed me a rum and coke, and I headed back toward the sofa where Tony and I had been sitting. It was semi-hard, so it hung out from his body a little, with a soft bend to the shaft, the tip pointing at the floor in front of him. Guys were grabbing tits and pussies as they walked by, sometimes pulling one of them in for a tongue-filled kiss and a few squeezes of their boobs. Sliding her hand up and down his slimy cock, still covered with Tony’s cum and my pussy juices, didn’t seem to bother her at all.
