”He trailed his fingers over my stomach, briefly touched my mound, down my legs and stopped at my feet. My toes curled a little.“Trying to avoid s...mething?” Thankfully, something beeped and the most he could do was tweak my big toe. “Now to warm the little icicle.”Suddenly a splash of something pleasantly warm cascaded over my stomach.“I’ve upgraded from candles, as I’m sure you are working out.”More heat over my legs this time.“You look so pretty in white. But dear me, you are still shivering. As she lay on her back with my right arm underneath her, reaching around to grab her right breast, I fingered her with my left hand, which is more dexterous from playing guitar. This went on for a while: I rubbed her clit in little circles, keeping it wet by sticking my finger inside her and curling it up to rub her G spot. She writhed and spread her legs wide, arching her back once again, as I sucked her nipple closest to me, my left hand still fondling her swollen clit, and I moved my right. She has white milky thighs, white arms, perfectly oriented fat. She is so white that I can print my arms on her ass by just pressing it. Pure Indian beauty.She was not expecting me there. She was stunned seeing me. She saw my erect penis and was stunned. I was not moving even a finger. I was just standing there. I started literally drooling. All my ‘sakt londa’ was fucked. She saw me staring at her. My head was blown.My headphones: “Oh yeah, fuck me, fuck me. Don’t cum inside my pussy. Please, . .. till u got enough to rub up.A little peck on those nipples, tears apart the losest ripples, that grow with the softening of the skin below, on the bait thats tough to stick up.As you approach the bait-beware, It is sensitive but can act strange.It stands up with a gentle touch, And delivers passion-OH so much.The tunnel so moist, Gives out shivers and invites, Let the ripples in there, And let passion ooze in there... Eve:"Innocent as hell"True it maybe, so people tell.Oxymorons befittingMy.