Never that. Sandy was a little exhilarated that he’d managed that—another arrow for his quiver that he needn’t live in fear of. His cheeks burne...—both the cheeks above and below—from being slapped and strapped, but that wasn’t particularly new. He’d been slapped and strapped at home before running away.While Drinker showered, Sandy looked around the room and went into the second bedroom, which was set up as some sort of research office. There were photographs and copies of magazine articles on. I stood up and started undressing myself and walked up behind her. I started kissing her back. I made it all the way down to her butt. She turned around and we kissed. She had to be at least a B-Cup with nipples protruding. I started sucking her tits and we embraced. It felt so good. A woman with a dick. She took my hand and we headed straight for the bedroom. I laid on top of her and kissing and grinding. She then reached for her nightstand and got a condom from a little container. I rolled. She breathed hard. Her body shook and her breasts bounced. She was well endowed for a dancer. It was her curse. It was his joy.She was easily the hottest woman who had ever gone for him. He couldn’t stop smiling. He couldn’t break eye contact. He fucked her hard but kept it slow enough for him to go on for a long time.She breathed hot and wet. She cooed and sex felt fifty times more pleasurable, more intimate, more right, than it had ever had. Her heart was thundering. If she closed her eyes,. ”ohhhhhhhhhhhhh!”. Krithika whispered. My right hand, not content feeling the tender tits, crept inside her t-shirt, sailed over her soft skin and caught hold of her bare tits as if it was holding a ripe orange. Krithika’s body curved forward feeling my palm over her nipples and in turn my palm started feeling that her nipple was perky and hard. My hands alternated between her small tits and panties, caressing, rubbing, pinching and teasing every bit and krithika was pulling me towards her.