I heard her gasp when I changed my pace yet again – more piston-like – steady and powerful as I tried to stall my climax as long as I could. The closest she came to actual sex was when the same guy showed up to her house after a baseball game, kind of drunk. Indian porn I grunted through my breathing and thrusted into her more quickly. She had a home team jersey on and her hair pulled back into a ponytail – a sporty look I hadn’t seen her in before. Lifting her lithe arms up over her head she tilted her head back and slowly bent her upper body. I stepped towards her, yanking my shirt off as I walked. “Well, back to the grind.” She said as she faced me. During my morning shower, I relieved some of that pressure while visualizing her swallowing me. I gazed back at her as I lowered my hips and tried to push myself into her again. I had reached down and pulled my own pants off in order to free my painfully erect dick. She moaned a little moan as I unsnapped and unzipped her pants. She was already pulling her jersey up over her head as I turned from shutting & locking the door.
