Courtney’s ass had quickly adapted to the shaft driven deep in it; in response, she began rocking back and forth along my meat, driving the stick in and out of her ass. My cock departed from her cleavage and was now being pumped vigorously by Courtney’s soft, feminine hand. Indian sex You want anything? My pulsing shaft bottomed out in her, ramming against the depths of her ass. I’ll go get it for you.” I walked to my room and pulled an old XL gray T-shirt out of the closet. Before she knew it, she was using both hands; one to poke around her ass and the other to rub up and down her dripping slit. She picked up the phone and dialed her home number. She gripped my shaft and pointed it up to the ceiling. I headed to the bathroom to tell her where she could sleep. The warm summer night air surrounded us; a band of crickets chirped their soothing melody, and a cool breeze flowing past us, bringing the sweet smells of summer to our nose.
