A desperate dive for my cock ensued, their foreheads inadvertanly bashing together. Indian sex By this point tongues were lashing and a cacophony of slurping had risen up. Sadly, mine and Sophie’s back garden games were foreshortened by the unexpected roar of an engine in the driveway. “Now you stay for more fun yah?”
I brushed her away with an apology and the promise that what I had lined up would satisfy even her most lurid demands. Blowing a kiss, she reached aside into a little handbag, extracting a smooth black dildo. The hot little stripper purred with desire as my cock sprung to life. As I rose up, her jaunty tits rubbed my face and I reached behind to grope her arse cheeks, pulling the girl closer. Glancing back, Sophie issued a consolatory smile from the sun longer. “I’m pleased for you, Steven. You bet I could! Reaching aside to take the plastic orange suncream dispenser in hand, she asked: “You couldn’t do my hard-to-reach bits before I burn to a frazzle, could you?”
A pain? Maybe this was going to be my day after all.
