After we cleared up she headed off upstairs. The crotch of her panties were soaked. Indian sex She wanted to play. She gazed at me with a curious smile on her face, but said nothing. What’s that?”
“Heh, heh, you’ll see.” She was giddy. Caitlyn never let up on her orgasm. By the time she got back, I was raked out. My hips started thrusting forward. Spit rolled down her chin. I’m falling for the Caitlyn that’s underneath all that Goth stuff. “Ohhh…it’s still burning.”
She untied me from the railings. She hugged me and kissed my shoulder. Lipstick, eye make-up, pink finger nails the whole bit. Pink is not exactly my color, but what the hell, I bought them. My hips swung from side to side pushing my cock head to one cheek, bulging it out, then the next and back again. “Are you staying for Sunday dinner?” I asked hopeful that she would.
