Indian Girlfriend Masturbates

I had an hour. I went back upstairs, I knocked on the door. She came out with a towel wrapped around her and called out who it was. I said, “this is...Arjun. I forgot something.” She opened the door slightly and peeked out. I pushed the door a little, entered and locked it behind me. She was looking lovely, with the water making her skin glow, her breasts making a cleavage as she wrapped the small towel tightly around her. I said, “I forgot to finish what I started.” I turned her around and. My feet were flat on the bed, with my knees bent and legs quite wide apart. My cock was painfully hard, gently throbbing in time with my pulse. Melissa knelt on the end of the bed between my legs, took my cock in her hand and pulled it practically 180 degrees towards her. When she let it go it thwacked against my stomach. She kissed my knee, then gently kissed slowly down my inner thigh and kissed her way back up the other. This was making me so horny. Part of me wanted her to grab my cock and. More

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