OK, try this then, I squatted over her cupped hands, I’m going to shit on you, you catch it, you don’t get the carpet dirty. She would suck listlessly on my cock, or I would get her to wipe me, telling her if it wasn’t spotless, that she would lick my crack clean. Indian sex The conversation confirmed my earlier assumptions, divorced for several years, two grown children working in other towns that she saw seldom, a dull job with not enough hours to really make ends meet. We moved quickly through the prelimineries, the usual stuff. A thrust, but the oil had made things so slick that I simply passed too high, repositioned and thrust, too low, into her pussy. It made me want to leave my mark on the place, like a dog marking its territory. I spit into my hand and rubbed the head, knelt and positioned myself. I pause again before trying to push in further, but the friction is tremendous. My cock started to wilt, I knew that saving the situation would be up to me so I pulled her up and planted her on her back on the sofa, pulled her head up on a cushion and knelt with one knee either side of her head.
