Joan writhed beneath Megan’s touch. Indian Sex The next sensation that Joan experienced was the prickly contact on her skin from two small metal discs edged with tiny sharp teeth as Mark moved the little tool lightly over her breasts. Megan moved her pelvis against the movement of Joan’s hand as Joan’s mouth found Megan’s clit and began sucking the little bud between her lips. Joan began to press her mound into Mark’s hand as he played among her most sensitive areas and probed inside her moist opening with his fingers. Megan accidentally brushed several sheets onto the floor and they both turned to retrieve them. Her wait wasn’t very long. Megan touched Joan’s face again and then opened her car door and said “Have a good evening Joan, see you in the morning.” Joan stood there and watched Megan drive away trying to gain control of her strange new feelings for this woman. Her smell was musky and pungent her taste somewhat metallic as she sampled her wetness. The teeth of the disc were tiny and very sharp providing a sensation similar to that of a pin pricks as the teeth rolled over the skin. Hand in hand they walked down the tiled hallway and entered the formal dining room.
