I brushed my palm over my warm cunt and felt the goosbumps run down my legs, thinking about how cute I looked with my socks still on. His big hands found my hips and kept me steady, pushing us against each other. Indian porn I pulled myself onto the nearby counter, my arms barely holding my weight – the moisture between my thighs making my seat rather slippery. I think his incredible boner had taken all the blood from his brain, because I kept expecting him to snap out of his trance and tell me that what he had just done was very wrong. “You don’t kiss your parent’s friends like that.” He told me. But he was just getting comfortable; setting himself between my legs so he could cup my arse in his big hands. “You taste so fucking good.” He whispered into me, and removed a palm – slipping a quick finger into my puss. I didn’t want him putting a finger on me and then deciding against it all – I wanted him in my room and on my bed and with his cock out so I could look at it and touch it and have it be everything I ever dreamed. The last time Kieran had fingered me, it was like he had lost a pick in his guitar and
