He gets up and places my left leg on the counter. I slide off the counter and undo my jeans. Indian sex Are you the reason my music was skipping and still playing after I pulled the plug?” “Yes, had to get your attention someway.” He smiles again. The pants now removed, he pulls down my underwear. All I could do was mess his hair up while my hands frantically pulled and smoothed his hair, like kneading dough. Like he knows a secret and is enjoying not answering me. I was never good at being patient. I turn on my CD player. His eyes are smiling this time. Like a dog, he laps it up. I was never good at being patient. He places his right hand under my chin and leans in.
