In the heat, our minds go blank and our urges take over. It’s like all we have to do-”
“Sweetheart?” you interrupt. Indian porn A table and two chairs, made of rod iron sitting under the giant oak. “I’m glad you like it” I say. A few more long and drawn out strokes is all it takes for either of us. You grab hastily at the collar to my shirt and use it as leverage to pull my face back to yours so that we may continue our session of sensuality. The other, pushing against my chest, clawing at me in a fit of passion. I’m in love with my best friend” I say. I grope your skin more firmly and you claw even deeper at mine all the while our tongues seem to find ways to explore even deeper into each other’s mouths. The higher you go, the louder and more into it you get. We get close enough to the tree for you to finally figure out what the silhouette is.
