And then he started pumping. Oh and did I mention I was modest as well. Indian sex We stayed like that for a good fifteen minutes, him standing still, me on my knees, arms wrapped around the sofa leg, joined by his pulsating cock, until with a loud ‘POP’, he finally slid out of me, allowing the rest of our juices to cascade down my legs as I nearly collapsed. And then he started pumping. Right between the legs. It also meant that I had the best part of two hours to do whatever I wanted. I yelled out “stay” and thankfully he stopped, his knot still embedded inside me. To this day, I don’t know whether it was me saying “Billy…up” or whether he was just horny from my scent, but that was the situation I ended up in, on all fours, with my pet Dalmatian trying to mount me.
