I slowly sucked on them as I slid my hands all over her. Indian sex “Come on, it’s just the wind” I foolishly blurted. The smell was irresistible, so I licked through right at the centre. I lowered my head into her crotch and licked the sides of her panties. She didn’t say anything, looking rather embarrassed. She was about 5’5″, dark skinned, brown eyes, her hair done into long dreadlocks. At this point, I was practically hugging her. They seemed to have somehow inflated as I removed her top. Her rather-concealing dress allowed me to check her out for a slight moment. She pulled her dress up and closed her skirt. He looked at me judgingly for a moment, smiled, and gave me a handshake. Dark wooden furniture stood around all corners, a somewhat tattered linen mat, covering the concrete floor – cool to the bare feet, a ceiling fan, quietly hissing the air around, and metal barred windows with nets, to fend off mosquitoes and hooligans. I kissed her even more deeply as I heard her moan softly. I slowly sucked on them as I slid my hands all over her. Her moans got a bit louder as I went down slowly towards her chest. She didn’t resist , so without hesitating, I lifted her off her feet.
