But I kept my expression neutral. Indian Sex “Sit over there.” I said, gesturing to the other end of the bed. I was eager to see how she’d react now. Seriously, feel free to drop by.” I said. “What? At this stage my cock was about 7 inches long. She was startled by my voice. It had to be done, so she just had to do it. Then, because I didn’t know what else to do, I took another shower. I raised one eyebrow and smirked. “No…” she repeated, more quietly. She paused, unable to think of a good lie or flippant retort. “Why not? I pulled her face close to mine, leading her by the tight grip I had, and whispered in her ear,
“You do not fucking touch yourself until I say you do. I looked down at my cock. The last time I’d measured my cock (because, be honest, who hasn’t?) it was just over 10 inches long, and about 6.5 inches around. I realised I looked like a stereotypical peeper hiding at a keyhole, but it was perfect. There was a pause. She grunted in pain, and met my eye with that same anger I was used to.
