Desi golden shower

“You’ve been here more than Nate lately.”
I cleared my throat and sat at the kitchen island, hands in my lap. And it’d be nice to have someone to talk to for a bit.”
My stomach flipped. Indian porn videos Later that night, I stayed again. “Your stuff’s down here, right?”
“Yeah. “Hey,” I said, and instantly regretted how dry my voice sounded. “I didn’t bring sunscreen this time,” she said, biting her bottom lip, her gaze turned toward the pool. “This won’t take long.”
“Of course not,” she said, watching me with a soft smile. I opened the passenger side and slid in. “Let me guess. No leaks. “Oh shit. Not pushy, just… absolute. Nate reached for the remote. Too easy to say yes to. “You poor thing.”
I froze. “Honestly? My cock throbbed beneath the sheets like it knew she was there.