It’s springtime and the earth is moist and smells sweet. Her sweat runs down her breasts and onto my body, then down past my ribs to the cool dark earth. Indian sex I use this chance to pull a few more. She focuses on me and smiles, shutting her eyes again. I’m working in the garden with a tall woman. She laughs as she rocks on my back pushing my crotch into the dirt with her hands at the small of my back. I take two more stalks side by side and push them in her ass, “Yesss…” she moans into a yell. She loses control, shivering, mouth agape as wave after wave of orgasmic pleasure rack her body. She has me bound. I let her rest. She slows to a halt and smiles at me. The tip of my cock feels her warm wet pussy wrap me like a glove. She points the girthy asparagus cock protruding from her pussy directly at my mouth. She takes it from her mouth, glistening wet with her saliva and teases it against my puckered rosebud. I grasp their ends and fuck them in and out of her quivering asshole, pushing the other two short stumps of vegetable deep in her rectum.
