Her pussy was covered in moisture, it lips visibly swollen. It had been nearly 30 minutes since I started my shower, much longer than my usual. Indian sex I expected Izzy to be saddened for us, but instead she seemed genuinely angry. “Take off your clothes.” I stood up and complied, stripping as quickly as I could. In general she seemed a little more mechanical this time, without the sense of abandon that she usually exhibited. At that moment, nothing existed except for her pussy and my penis. It was Friday night, bedtime. She slid back off of me partway, every movement still slow and careful. “Yeah.”
“What’s wrong?”
“Abby and I have decided to, uh, stop.”
“Stop what?”
“Everything?”
“What? Abby pulled me back from her head.
