I held her tightly as I sunk my fingers deep inside of her one last time, firmly pressing against both her clitoris and her g-stop deep inside her vagina. It didn’t seem like much now, but Emma subscribed to the “when it rains it pours” belief when it comes to paparazzi. Hindi sex Suddenly my phone begins to vibrate on the desk. Officially, Emma was here to shoot a television ad for a popular Japanese soft drink which in her words tasted “pretty savage”. It was hard to gauge how wet she was given our current circumstances but as my fingers began to rub her sensitive area harder and quicker, Emma’s breathing became shallower. Emma and I had had enough sex by now that we knew each other’s rhythms, likes and dislikes and small quirks. I still can’t believe we got away with it.
