Indian Teen Rides Tenant’s Cock Hard While Parents Are Away

I could feel his orgasm approaching with mine, but just as he was about to cum, there was a noise behind me. Perhaps due to overload, perhaps due to the orgasm that was approaching, my brain simply switched off at that point. Indian sex video I could feel myself getting wet, as the teenager dating my daughter openly groped me in the kitchen. My mouth fell open—even in my fantasies, I hadn’t predicted this. I assured her that I was all right, and her attention quickly went back to her beau. I just stood there, doing the dishes, while Ash’s hand firmly grasped my rear end. I could feel his scorching gaze—was he remembering how wet I’d been for him, how easily I’d let him past my defenses—and how much I’d enjoyed it. I don’t think Ash cared—he moved them to the side with ease, and I involuntarily shuddered as his fingers brushed against my tangled pubic hair. He didn’t ask permission, he didn’t wait to see how I’d react—he just stepped forward, planted one hand on my ass and pulled me toward him, while the fingers of his other hand ran up and down my neck. I didn’t know what this young man was doing, or how I felt about it…but my body was responding. As I came down, reality came crashing back.