It wasn’t romantic or tender. Indian xxx I gawked at her the whole night. It was more casual than any others from the group. I had lost all inhibitions around her as my friend’s wife. I drove them home.It was a long drive home. I moved it aside and dipped my tongue into the depths of her cleavage like licking ice cream. My tongue rushed down to lick her neck. Maybe at times, I liked to show a good time.I’m not oblivious. I lowered myself to her navel, kissing her on the belly button. My dick grew spontaneously to what could be said as the full mast.But the avid urge of a craving moment came to an end as we reached the hotel. Her blue dress pulled back up from her knees. She drew closer to me, close enough for me to know that it was going to be a wild night ahead.
