Despite those feelings though, I couldn’t help how turned on I was, and had to refrain from rubbing my clit. Indian porn I just dried my hair, and pulled it back into a pony tail, as I got dressed and headed down stairs. “Damn why don’t you warn a guy next time,” he whispered laughing. I winced as one creaked beneath my weight, pausing to make sure I hadn’t awoken anyone, sighing as I heard nothing but the hum of the air conditioner. My panties were already getting wet, when Scott stopped kissing me on the lips, kissing and licking his way down my body. It all flooded back to me, his warm embrace, his strong arms, that coc—oh my god what was I doing? I don’t think he was even wearing underwear. Then it hit me. With air conditioner running all night, mixed with my ceiling fan, I was freezing, and as I moved, my hand accidentally brushed my erect nipple, hard in the cold room. My Father and Mother were already up and at it, and my uncle was no where to be seen. I tried to ignore him, but kept taking furtive glances as I continued to eat. done that…before,” I said panting, my legs still trembling.
