And then…you cum. Indian sex Each time pushing more into me. Aka, my Master. I look over at the clock. I lay back on the bed. I slowly sit up and reach for the clothes I laid out. From here I could see Big Ben. Even though I’m 16 and couldn’t care less about our relationship. Each time pushing more into me. But now, here I am in London. You look me up and down and a smile crosses your face. You probe every corner, every space in my mouth. I look over at the clock. Screaming out your name in pure existential pleasure. I keep running my tongue over it to clean it off entirely. You then move your lips to my ear and start biting down on my earlobe. And once you’ve got your hand on my pussy, you take one finger and move it up and down the outside my pussy. Thankfully, I popped my own cherry a while ago. You start playing with my hair. My dad was in his hotel room down the hall. Until you lean down close to my ear and whisper one phrase. Being the silk it is, it slides off my body smoothly. You chuckle at my eagerness but kiss me anyways.
