Dan’s hands were now on Ellen’s bum, and her arms reaching up, wrapped around his neck. The thing was too heavy and cumbersome for me to manage on my own, and although Ellen had offered to help, I think she was overestimating her strength. Indian porn I absent mindedly cast my eyes over him. Several months previously, in an uncharacteristically forthright conversation about sex, I had admitted to Ellen that it turns me on to imagine her with other men. Dan dressed himself, sheepishly, and joined me over by the wardrobe. But that twitch in her face as we shared a fraction of a second of eye contact told me that she hadn’t forgotten. I don’t know how long I’d been watching them. Ellen’s movements slowed as Dan emptied his load into her. Her boobs spilled out of the top of her vest and bra. The two of them chit-chatted politely about the wardrobe, whilst I, less adept at social niceties, busied myself pretending to be figuring out the next steps in our furniture removal strategy. Ellen, on the other hand, excelled at this sort of thing. After a brief inspection, he agreed to the purchase, and we set about trying to shift it. Dan’s hips wiggled up and down in the little space he had between the bed and Ellen’s thighs.
