My dick grumbles but my stomach still feels sick for being rejected. I look over to my neighbor’s house and see his light is on. Indian porn I start a bath, feeling as though my body would be too exhausted to stand for a shower. “Why?” Is the only thing I could think to say or ask. “You know that hand isn’t going to go in your favor,” Paul says pointing out my braced hand and the purple knuckles. I curse as the precious liquid spills out onto the floor, and my nostrils fill with that savory cinnamon scent. I turn to look at Laura, she’s observing me through her squinting eyes, which glint in the humming street light. I hear the pellets of water bounce off her smooth, tight body. “I…I don’t want to be…”
“What?” she asks crossing her arms under her breasts. “I’m not that kind of man.”
“I know,” Laura says. Once there, I see Sheila left her keys on the counter. When I clean the specks of glass and blood free of them, her nipples slowly stand to attention and she moans groggily. “You want me to make you come?”
I grunt in acknowledgment. It stops again, and I wait impatiently, automatically forcing my penis to spasm against the hand, testing its restraints it has over me.
