You begin to finally thrust, as I’ve adjusted enough. Indian sex You press in me just enough to have a substantial amount of pressure, but still don’t enter me. After a million things go through my head, I dip my head in a small sign of approval, wondering just what in the hell I think I’m doing. I almost don’t notice your hand slipping down to the hem of my dress, lifting it up. I can tell you don’t do this often, which makes it even better. My eyes are immediately drawn to your guarded aura. You moan, but I can tell you’re taken aback by me finally responding. Then, you firmly move my jaw to where you have full access to my mouth. “I told you I’d claim you, little dove,” you whisper again, ending your statement with an especially deep thrust into my cervix. You’re fine. Almost. I lean back with my exposed pussy to press against you. You shush me comfortingly and kiss me from the corner of my mouth down to my collar bone.
