Then it stopped, just inches from her cunt. My desi Just the tongues. He studied her face, which showed some indecision. Automatically, her hand reached out for his, seeking reassurance. The windshield wipers were barely coping with the deluge. His middle finger had found her slit, worked down that cunt, dragging his finger over her throbbing clit. Her place was only a couple of kms beyond his house. His fingers spread out and curled over that sultry mound. Which way to go? He held his hand out for her umbrella. There was absolutely nothing tentative or uncertain about it. Her mouth opened, inviting his tongue inside. The safety and warmth of the house was just too inviting.“Never mind,” he said. yesss.. Even some curd-rice will be enough,” she said. Gathering her determination, she put both her legs out, got the umbrella outside and opened it, then slowly stepped out. He lifted her thigh, and she submitted, allowing her
