My body ached in sympathy. My body ached in sympathy. Indian sex I pumped into her hard, fast, my mouth locking around her clit. So I wasn’t surprised when she climbed behind me with her own popsicle—green, I think. I kept at her until she squirmed and pushed my head away, sucking in gasping breaths and laughing at the intensity of her climax. I could hear when their long kiss ended by Unnati’s panting. Then our eyes met, and we both loosed a small laugh as she handed it to me. I don’t know what Hem whispered into Unnati’s ear, but I know that her pussy clutched tight around my fingers, and she gave a wavering groan. She gasped and wriggled, then writhed, and finally humped my hand and my face, her sticky fingers tangled in my hair to keep me in place, her gasps and cries thanking me. I made another lap, and another, each drawing closer to that cute clit. Hungry. She was already glistening with excitement; I could smell the musk of her, a heady smell that made my blood run hotter. As Unnati moaned, I grinned, and positioned the popsicle. But before I could really get to business, I heard Hem’s footsteps, and the sound of a wrapper being opened.
