I’m the one who has to gasp now. Wine won’t do it today, you said, and you ran back to your house to retrieve a bottle of Russian vodka. Indian XXX You were not expecting that. …
The next morning I awoke to the hot musky smell of your yoga shorts. He is so silly you thought, getting ready to laugh off my offer. Do you care, I asked, as my tongue slid inside your wet pussy. You looked back at me invitingly. I didn’t hear you coming up the carpet stairs, as I was still in bed, naked on top of the sheets, stroking my cock and thinking about cumming in your ass the day before. I found the shot glasses. When my divorce was final and I relocated to the Midwest, I had no idea how lucky I was to move in next door to you, Cat. I kissed your neck as I washed those lovely breasts. The tight shorts plastered my cock against my stomach, but instead formed a perfect image of my cock and balls on the fabric, the head reaching almost to the waistband. You brushed your lovely red hair into place, replaced the red lipstick that was smeared on my dick, pecked me on the cheek, grabbed my cock and you were gone in an instant.
