I don’t-“ I replied, bewildered. . Indian sex “Really . “You’re like a Queen and I’m like a peasant living a fairytale.” I said wistfully. I sucked and licked and nibbled and bit her clit, experimenting with everything I knew how to do. It didn’t seem like she did much work at all, as most of the time was spent flirting with me, but I looked completely different. She was feral, ripping at my skin with razors. She watched me enter and gazed at me. “I felt that for sure.” She said, pausing to take a breath. I grunted with the sudden weight, and she threw her arms down to steady herself on my chest. I imagined palming the side of her thighs, pressing my thumbs into the bottom of the V . I smiled faintly. “You still won’t make a move. I pulled away, and with my other hand I gently grabbed her hair, pulling her head backwards. You don’t even acknowledge my existence.” She said. “But . “Oh FUCK.” She croaked. I lunged at her clit, enveloping it with my mouth and sucking with my tongue, my nose jamming into her abdomen. We fed on each other, consuming our affection.
