“Are you going to cum?” she could barely say between sharp breaths. Indian sex She saw me looking at her there and glanced down to see what I was looking at. Pulling me sharply into the bathroom, she quickly shut the door. “I’m really sorry, I didn’t mean to stare.”
She shook her head. “I have to trim now.”
Trim? “That was amazing,” I said. “Well, what am I supposed to do?”
She shrugged, causing me to take notice of her breasts once again. “You can watch if you want.”
With that she undid the towel around her waist and set it on top of the toilet lid. It was obvious she had masturbated quite frequently. When she was finished, she used the towel she was sitting on to wipe herself clean, and I saw the pink inside her pussy. Calm, quiet, unmoving. “Okay…” I said uncertain. When I dared take special notice of her breasts, I remember observing how they were not especially large, certainly not like the women on my computer. I loved the attention.” That much was obvious, as she told me while still baring her naked body to me.
