I ran my hands through her soft beautiful hair, breathing it in as I fucked her amazing teenage body. Indian Sex I took her to an upscale Japanese restaurant down town and when the waiter came by I ordered us both wine. The shirt read “Led Zeppelin” but it might as well have read, “fuck me raw” because it emphasized the curve of her waist, her flat stomach, and barely concealed her breasts. Her body raw and unready for my entry. Forcing myself deep into her. Please. Her corvette was parked out back. “Why don’t we eat out tonight.” I said
She looked uncertain. Blair wasn’t easy, or easily manipulated. Jennifer was out at her book club and Blair sat curled up in an arm chair reading a book. When she came down I just about came right then and there. Exhausted I turned and lay down at her side. Please. Shutting the door behind me. I jerked my movements and steered her into fits on gasping, her ass tightening and retracting as it tried to accept my full cock. Her tits wet from the pool pressed against me and it took everything I had not to drag my hand down to her ass.
