He goes faster, his dick sliding almost out of me and plunging back in, all the while his fingers rub expertly over my clit, his other hand twists into my hair, and he leans forward and kisses me. The gift he was referring to was a beautiful glass rose. Indian Sex He doesn’t reply, his eyes never leaving mine, freezing me in place. He’s gazing at me, his eyes unfathomable. As I lay there, I let the sadness crash over me. His face is stern, but also full of worry. I feel so dizzy, so hot, I want him. After assessing me she tells me she’ll be right back, after about a minute, she comes back, along with Gaara and Naruto. As I relax, I start thinking of Naruto again…then again…when did I stop. I gasp and try to stop him, but he continues, making short work of it, he lets it hang open, looking at my lacey blue bra with wonder, before his hand comes up and undoes the front clasp. “Good night Hinata.” And turns and enters his quarters. I release around him, my juices squirting out around his cock, he grunts as I clench around him, barely allowing him to move inside me.
