“Hey aren’t you forgetting something?” I broke from his hug, and turned to face him. “No, it was great, just unexpected is all. Indian sex Are you sure you’ve never done this before?” He asked, between breaths. I lay there, my dream boy clinging onto me, his cock rubbing my asshole. “Compression shorts? I rolled over, and whipped the blanket over the both of us, concealing ourselves. I slid my fingers through his silky hair, down over his cheek bones, feeling the slight stubble of days without a shave. “Can that wait till later?” I asked quietly, “After all, it’s only Saturday.” As good as it sounded, I just wasn’t sure if I wanted that right now. “I kinda wanna fuck you,” he said in my ear, and with that he began grinding against my body with his cock. His eyes gradually opened and he said, “Morning… I lay there, my dream boy clinging onto me, his cock rubbing my asshole. “Here let me help you get those clothes off,” he said, reaching for my shirt.
