Dawn’s tongue darted into her mouth. Alex’s hands were resting confidently behind her head. Indian sex Alex lurched forward, wrapping her arms around Dawn to share a needful kiss comprised entirely of fiery passion and youthful energy. Dawn’s tongue darted into her mouth. Alex took a deep breath. Dawn’s whole body clenched at the touch of Alex’s probing tongue. She could feel her muscles let go as she lumbered over to their bed. Alex breathed through parted lips. She changed from a deep scarlet to a healthy pinkish glow only a few shades away from her usual moon white, before collapsing into the bed completely. Alex stuck a second finger into her partner and expertly raked it across Dawn’s special spot. She felt Dawn’s hand rub at her entrance. Their spring bed groaned and whined as it swayed to their rhythm, which was gradually becoming faster. Alex mewled in need, snatching one of Dawn’s hands and forcing it on her breast. Maybe it was just how special these kinds of moments were. The stall doors!” There was a fire in her eyes, “Any institution that enables civilization to digress to the point where a woman shitting on the stall doors is acceptable behavior deserves to be purged from the earth with holy fire and extreme prejudice.” Dawn turned away from the tv.
