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Lunch Surprise in New Delhi
Date: 10/21/2014, Categories: Fantasy, Author: horny fox, Rating: 0, Source: sexstories.com
arrive at the thin fabric of her panties, and I laugh out loud. Dia hates me for laughing, and she bucks hard, taking her chance to escape. She barely shifts me an inch, and my hand stays right where I left it. " You're soaking wet," I said, and she was. Her face burns with shame, and a stream of tears snake down the side of her nose. " It doesn't matter. I don't want you..." " You don't?" I ask again. I rub her pussy, gentle as a kitten, from the crest of her clit to the seam of her ass, in a sweeping oval, again and again. Dia begins to burn, and ache, as she struggles, she feels the lips of her pussy slipping against each other. Dia is so wet... maybe as wet as she has ever been, and she aches for relief. " You want it," I said. " No..." " Ask me for it." " Please don't..." My hand slips to where her thigh joins her pussy, at the little lace border of her panties, I hook a gentle finger underneath the cotton crotch, completely soaked. I throw an arm under her as easily as if she were a bag of groceries, and she can't move a muscle. Dia can only lie and shiver as I touch her... letting my fingers explore her panties...She feels my fingertip approach her clit, and she longs for it. It seems like only a few strokes will bring her to climax, if I would just touch her, just touch it...My hand disappears, and her heart sank with disappointment. Disappointed? The shame of wanting me made her wetter, hotter, and she eases her legs together just to contain it. I shift upward and ...