Drawn in to her vortex of desire, my nipples hardened into aching erection and I felt my own vagina flush with wet warmth. I was just beginning to have a faint, disturbing idea of what I might have let myself in for. Indian sex It turned out that she was a fan of Bruce Springsteen – as I am – and the comfortingly familiar power chords of ‘Badlands’ blasted out as we whisked through a couple of suburbs and then roared down the slip road onto the motorway. As I clicked the buckle into place and the belt-strap cinched across my fluttering stomach, it felt as if I was putting myself into bondage for her – which was an alarming concept, and even more alarmingly it was somehow a tantalising one as well. Her right arm came across and plunged between my legs, two long fingers pushing up inside me and her thumb pressing against my clitoris, whilst her left hand gripped the back of my neck and drew my mouth towards hers for a devouring kiss. I’ll do anything, anything you want – just show me, show me how – take me, do me, please – make me, anything, just fuck me, fuck me hard!’
Tamar’s lips curved in a wide smile and her eyes gleamed, making her incredibly alive and attractive.
