Cindy’s mouth hung open as she watched pussy juices land on her stomach, breasts, and face. Indian sex video I need to get home soon, I have a long day tomorrow.”
“Are you sure?” Suelyn said, stepping close to Cindy, her arms gliding around shoulder. Collin left a note, saying he was playing video games at a friend’s house – the parents had picked him up. Cindy had spells of dating sessions over the years, after her divorce from Collin’s father. What’s bothering you?”
Cindy chuckled, “It’s quite silly.”
“No, if it’s bothering you, get it off your chest and maybe you’ll feel better.”
“Fine,” Cindy said, reaching for her glass of wine. The next night, Friday, Cindy got home later than usual, skipping the gym. It was the last and only time she had an orgasm – nearly 15 years ago. Sleep found Cindy moments later. Cindy was nervous. She wasn’t as muscular though. More drinks flowed down Bella’s throat, more dancing, and now flirting. Instead of a formal dinner somewhere, maybe someplace more fun.”
“Bea, let’s drop it. Bea dropped the t-shirt and slowly straddled Cindy. *****
“Fuck you!” the actress, slapped her boyfriend on Valentine’s Day night. She closed her laptop, sitting it back in the corner. Nothing worked, as predicted. Please!” steam enveloped Cindy in her shower.
