At first, I was able to match her rhythm with my own strokes. Her breasts flopped up and down, almost slapping her in the face. Indian sex She stopped, and for a while watched me closely, but I was oblivious as my mind was focused on her, imagining it were her lips peeling back my foreskin. My hard cock demanded it. I grasped her hips and began to set up a slow rhythm, slide in, pull out, slide back in. My cock felt like it was ready to explode and spew the cum form my balls. I’ve never seen a body react like hers did to an orgasm, she screamed as her legs bucked, I thought she’d fall off the mattress the way they contracted so hard as every muscle in her body convulsed. It looked like she was practically levitating as her body arched and she cried out, her breasts bouncing on her chest as she humped and convulsed with passionate cries, her hands clutching at the mattress. I slipped my hand onto to her breast and caressed it slowly through her shirt and bra, then moved lower until it was between her legs. I thrust harder, faster, then slowed, then faster and harder than before.
