Her body felt so soft. My cock withers with exhaustion. Indian sex She exits the shower. Otherwise she would stop. I turn round, her hand clamps to my hip. I pull off my trousers and shirt and put it in a neat pile next to hers. Deeper and deeper. Her breasts and body smother me as she kisses me. She points at me with those sexy fingers and instructs me to turn over. I wank myself off and her hand returns to my hip. I turn round and apologise. She snuggles closer and then I feel it. I rise my upper body to meet them as one goes into my hair scratching and the other goes missing. “The Matriarchy is strong”. Not getting deeper. My hand keeps going. She reaches over and suddenly the room is lit with that single lamp. Her fingernail draws a line to my pant line and then her hand delves into my pants. She tells me to turn around as she gets into her pyjamas. This was definitely traditional. So I can see her fully. “He’s out of town visiting his mother why?”, “I thought we were supposed to be playing golf today, my mistake!”, “I thought you might have wanted to come visit me?” She laughed, she looked back into her house and back at me again, her
