I laid her down on her back and brushed the hair from her face. Indian sex What would we do though?”
“Well, you could fuck me again,” she said very matter-of-factly. “My flight doesn’t leave till the afternoon and I have absolutely nowhere else to be.”
“Well, I have to stop at the Supreme Court library but I suppose it can wait. The champagne had given me a boldness that surprised even me. After a moment, she simply extended her hand. She didn’t seem particularly angry, just embarrassed. She ate her dinner, we both drank and talked while the TV was on in the background. She moaned loudly and as my fingers buried themselves as far inside of her as they would go. I found myself practically running back to the hotel. “Neither do I.”
“Great,” she said sounding relieved. Her face was red as a beet as it became more flushed. I hadn’t expected to be sharing food with Emma Watson. “What about him?” I asked. “And you?”
“Me too. “Of course not. Just a hint quick glimpse of your…um,” I stammered, not sure how to best phrase it. I sat at the hotel bar sullenly drinking a beer and eating a burger. For a moment, I actually forgot my own name. “Wider Miss Watson.”
She chuckled nervously at this and spread her legs open as far as
