He turns to look at me, then places his left hand on my right thigh, and his lips are pressing against mine. desi sex I slip off my bra and toss it aside before practically ripping Curtis’ shirt off. “Where will you stay?” I ask, looking at him. He goes a little harder, and I involuntarily flinch as his cock hits some amazing spot inside. “Hey…I’m sorry…I’m a little high, I needed it, I’m sorry I did it in your house,” he babbles, looking down. I pull off the towel, throwing it in the corner and quickly rummaging through my drawers, pulling out a plain black bra and panties, a grey sweatshirt, and black skinny jeans. His lips leave mine, traveling down my cheek to my neck, kissing it softly, and I feel him sucking it a little as his right hand leaves my head.
