Sucking the filth off sacred bodies in erotic India

“She’s cool, yeah, but don’t let the ‘hip mom’ act fool you. Indianporn I can’t.”
“I know why,” she said softly, and then, almost purring, “You poor thing…”
Her hand slid down, fingers brushing past the waistband of my boxers. But it’s just Friday through Sunday.“
“Dude, you will be fine, trust me.“ I said. The cotton dragged across the head and I flinched. “What?”
She rolled slowly onto her back without opening her eyes. “Boys,” she replied, eyeing us both with a smile that felt like it knew something we didn’t. The way the light made her glow. Like her hips didn’t graze my thigh on purpose when she stepped behind me for the sugar. Like frozen pizza.”
She gave a soft laugh. I grabbed my jeans from the floor and shoved my legs through them. Her hands tugged my boxers down, freeing my cock. Once the last item was tucked away, she turned to me and gave a small