We belonged to a rich family of India. “I know a lot more than you think! Soon I was as hard as I had ever been, my erection still pressing against her ass. By this time, Mischelle was bucking her hips in rhythm with my hand, and puffing like a locomotive. I thought it was great. If she noticed, she didn’t say anything. I felt her thighs clamp around my head, her hand pressing my face into her sex. She pressed backward against me, and gave her hips a little shake. I lingered there for a while, rolling her taut little nipples between my fingers. She was soaking wet, and my finger slipped easily between the folds of her pussy. “Cock, cock, cock,” she whispered coyly. “It’s ok…don’t hold back…let it go…I want to make you feel good…like you did for me.”
At that point, I lost all control.
