“Shall we?” she said, standing and holding a hand out to Kyle to help him get up. His tongue darted out and wiped his upper lip, catching a slight hint of pussy on the tip of his tongue, but not enough to satisfy him. Indian sex video Kyle felt a desperate need to wrap his fingers in her hair and hold her in place, but before he could lose control and grab her she had moved again. Kyle grabbed them a couple of stools looking down on the dancefloor and they sat down. Kyle took a deep breath, his heart racing as his eyes focussed on her imminently visible asshole yet Sahara twisted her body a half-turn to the right, teasing him further. As he watched, Sahara held his head in place, barely a foot away from her naked pelvis and she slid her free hand slowly down over her stomach, over her hip and then onto her shaven mound. “Yes,” Kyle gasped. He’d also ditched his boxers in the restroom waste-paper bin and ended up going commando. Kyle’s eyes closed, the sensations all over his body becoming more intense by the second as Sahara manipulated his senses.
