Lynn just returned from the shower. ” ggggggggrrrrrrrrrr.” She feels my thrusts becoming more rhythmic, deliberate, deeper, longer – telling her I’m getting close… Indian sex She smiles to herself. Hears my groan low – deep in my throat – almost a growl. Frantic. her right side. It is Wednesday. Washing over her in a flood of warmth. having been left out of most of the warm sliding. She is pleased and relieved. Mid-afternoon, cloudy winter day, by the way the light filters in through the slats in the blinds. Mid-afternoon, cloudy winter day, by the way the light filters in through the slats in the blinds. My knees pinned in against her back. Out of herself. The feeling of her lying on top of me is satisfing. Legs crossed at the knee. Yes – fools that we are – one of us will make a mistake that changes the air in the room. She takes this as a challenge. Mid-afternoon, cloudy winter day, by the way the light filters in through the slats in the blinds. It is definitely a growl now. Naked. Aching to bend and push me into her. She hears me breathe in deeply. Delirious. She feels my hands slide from her neck, shoulders, trailing down her back and onto her hips.
