This sent her over the edge, and the ecstasy reached a pitch that sent juice spraying out of her vagina in jets that hit the back of Emily’s mouth. This turned her on even more. Indian XXX Hazel knew that Emily must be able to taste her own juices on Hazel’s tongue. Then, as Hazel started to feel sleepy, Emily opened the window bringing the flat orange glow of the streetlamps into Hazel’s untidy bedroom covered in underwear and clothes. Her eyes weren’t full slits, as her mothers were, but more Caucasian and wide. Her hands were massaging her breasts, and Emily let out a small moan. She had made it her mission to get Hazel a boyfriend and for her to enjoy the sexual events that would inevitably occur a few months into the relationship. Emily’s mouth kissed her way down Hazel’s body, and Hazel felt the puddle around her crotch growing on the bed. They talked about the usual things that girls talked about at a sleepover: school, Emily’s boyfriend, homework, Emily’s boyfriend, clothes they wanted to buy, Emily’s boyfriend, periods, Emily’s boyfriend, and everything else.
