My love juice was on its way for the second time in the morning and I was enjoying every moment of it. Indian sex Where was she taking me? The only thing I was missing at the moment was sex. ‘Well thank you mister,’ she purred in an accent from the Deep South of the USA. ‘We’ve got all morning so take
your time.’ She finished stripping off revealing a perfectly proportioned body with all the curves in the right place but I already knew that, her nakedness just confirmed it. Are the eggs done enough?’
‘Oh absolutely, just the way I like them,’ I answered a bit bewildered by the
sudden question but fascinated by her account and what was happening. You did say you
wanted to have sex with me didn’t you?’ I obediently showed her to my apartment, turned the key in the lock, and walked in. She was wearing a black cotton blouse over a long but slit black skirt displaying within the split, perfectly curved legs from her stilettos to the top of her thighs. I could see she was appreciating it as she through back her head and went faster and faster.
