Holding it there he began to gently suck, his tongue washing in tight little circles around the engorged tip, each stroke of his hand bunching up her foreskin against his lips, then pressing down to let her balls hang a little heavier. Indian sex “…W-wow…” he had breathed, without thinking and all at once they had both blushed crimson. In the morning, when he got up, his head weary from the little sleep he had had, he had decided the only course of action was to pretend he hadn’t seen anything, to just ignore it and carry on as if things were normal. He let out a low moan as the sensations washed over him, the taste exotic, luxurious, delicious. He met her again in a kiss, this one only serving to be lewder, his lips pressing softly to the underside of her waiting cockhead, drawing out a soft little moan of satisfaction, her back arching ever so slightly as she closed her eyes, letting her mind sink back into the sensations now assaulting her. Slowly, inevitably, she held her hand out towards him and beckoned with a single, commanding finger.
