Glancing over at her I see that she looks hopeful but judging by the tone of voice she used I can tell she isn’t expecting to ever see me again. Indian sex Does it turn you one to have a stranger kneeling between your legs.” I ask before dipping my tongue into her core and slurping up the juices that were dripping from her cunt. Being the gentleman that I am, regardless of my reputation, I walk her to the back door of the Bistro making sure makes it safely even though it’s not that far between the door and the stairs. I stopped massaging her breast long enough to grab the hem of her tank stripping it off her quickly. “Oh god. She was earing a spaghetti strap shirt and her hair hung loose around her shoulders framing her face on one side and tucked behind her ear on the other. “Look what’s about to walk in the door.” She said nodding her head in the direction of the front door. With a ragged breath I broke apart from the kiss and started deeply into her smoky grey eyes. Picking up the pace I start to pound into her with short, measured strokes.
