Mae, the one under me, surely enjoyed it, and the tightness, the different feelings to being inside a vagina, made it really special for my prick. Indian XXX once, and the next day she didn’t even offer any feeble explanations. At this moment in time, my prick buried in Mae, my fingers in her cunt and on her clit, my other hand kneading a breast, and my mouth in the process of swallowing her other available tit: I didn’t answer, and didn’t call back. For me, that meant something was missing, searching for the elusive icing on the cake to be found, tasted and pronounced upon “Ah, this is it, perfect for the body and the soul”. Except Mae turned her head and met my lips with her mouth, and almost swallowed them! “Mae” I said leaning away, “we can’t do that here!” “Really?” she asked, smiling like a co-conspirator, and placing her left hand on my crotch, before abruptly sitting up straight, then standing up as did I, when the National Anthem played to signal the start of the evening’s film. When I said “Out somewhere with a friend”, Mae frowned, and then invited me along for some dinner afterwards, “maybe even a movie” she inquired.
