That smirk makes me melt every time! Call her? Indian sex I changed into a casual blue dress and my denim jacket and left the apartment. I made an impulsive decision and punched her number into my phone, and sent her a text. I stare into space as the bus sets off, occasionally looking up at other passengers as they board. Should I text her? I’ve never actually listened to them, I just liked the red lips and tongue. Fuck it. I was so confused, yet so willing and wanting to be close to her, feel her touch. She spreads my legs wide, revealing my clean shaven pussy. But hey, that’s just me. I manage to tie my hair back, slide into my shoes, and slip out the front door in one swift movement, grabbing my backpack as I go. I’m used to rushing, I’m an exhausted student after all. I feel a slight burning on my cheeks at the thought of myself eyeing another female. It was a modern, minimalistic room, and the bed was definitely the focal point with its black satin sheets and many fancy scatter cushions. I can’t believe the thoughts that are coursing through my mind.
