She kissed me hard, definitely bruising my lips, but I couldn’t have cared less. That blouse was made of sin. Indian hindi sex I grabbed her calves and moaned as her flavor hit my taste buds. I had no clue what the fuck I was doing. I knew I had to be hitting her g-spot and I helped her move at a quicker pace, pressing my own hips up at an angle, hoping to hit it harder. I flicked at her nipple again then swirled my tongue around the tip. “You’re damn fucking right I want you,” I replied. Not only that, but it was, as expected, bubblegum flavored. I bit down on the skin beneath her bellybutton and she hissed, her hips writhing more at the sharp feeling of my teeth.
