Horny Indian Girl Masturbating For Her Lover

I scooped the next lock of hair and moved in again. Once. Twice, as if accidental. Adjusting my stance fractionally wider, I reached up again. Trace. ...rag. Snip. Exhale, each nudge against his elbow grazing dangerously near my engorged clit. God it was exciting.I wondered if he'd notice. Part of me wanted him to: I needed his cock. Moving to face him I stepped either side of his feet and bent to his eyeline to straighten his fringe. Of course he looked at the considerable swell of my tits. "And that didn't even cost you dinner," she said, reaching up to pull her hair out of its ponytail. She combed her fingers through her brown tresses.I buckled my belt and slung my bag over my shoulder. She grabbed her bag and gave the room a once-over, checking that everything was in place. "I hope Tim doesn't mind that sex smell," I said."You can ask him when you see him tonight," she said. I opened the door for her and she stepped out, checking both ends of the hall and walking with only the. More

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