Riding her palm up and down it through my jeans – she whispered again – still breathless “You dirty bastard – I’m going to have that – and you’re going to do that to me again and again ! Indian sex The interval in the show came. Hidden between the back of the set – amongst the black cloths that shrouded everything back stage – no one could see us. As I came close again – she whispered to me “Go on – get your hands on it !”
In some form of contortion I managed to twist my other hand and arm around and under the one she was applying the plaster to – and placed my palm against her tit. I felt her body quiver and strain against me – and her knees gave way a little as she savoured the sensation of this secret, stolen public sex . This also allowed for a clear impression of where her underwear lay beneath the thin material. My cock started to stir. She still kept me gripped in her right hand however and kept the magic motion going as my cum launched on to her chest. Then came the shot – I managed to strike the nail only a split second too late – and the effect was not spoilt – but she never flinched
