2010 09 16 08 Indian Erotic Encounter

He slid on top of me, spreading my legs, kissing me. Indian sex He continued groping me, “I’m tired of chicks not taking responsibility for their actions.”
‘What? I angrily exited the club, he just smirked and waived, mouthing bye bye. “Damn your pussy is on fire, when’s the last time you fed it?”
Snap out of it, I told myself, pushing him away. I slipped a finder under my dress and started masturbating, tiny moans escaped my lips. Thank god for Cherry, it was full of young men eagerly looking for one night stands. The feeling of flesh against flesh, the musty stench of cologne, I was getting turned on, Jesus, I needed to get laid. Thank god for Cherry, it was full of young men eagerly looking for one night stands. My eyes snapped open; Mark looked down at me laughing. I moaned. I was exhausted and could barely say, “Holy shit,” before I passed out, he snuggled closer to me and we both fell into a well deserved sleep. You’re nothing but a T.E.A.S.E.”
“I am not a tease.” I said through gritted teeth, he was bringing me close to climaxing. God was he ever going to come. This guy was cocky; no one talked to me this way. He roughly started riding me, with each thrust my clitoris and rock hard nipples