Bushy Indian Cunt
Written on June 3, 2008
I can't believe I have time to relax! I'm sitting here in the sun,
in a tank top and shorts, feeling those nasty ultraviolet rays warming
my skin. Skin cancer? No way! I don't spend enough time out here to be
at risk. I wonder if I'm even out enough to maintain my vitamin D levels!
Mmmm. It feels so good!
I close my eyes from my book and tilt my face up to the sun.
I can hear you walk up quietly, but I don't react. What will it
be? I know you well enough to expect a "sneak attack." Why do guys do
this? (Well, I guess I'm guilty on occasion myself.) Just when I'm
relaxed, reclined, letting the world disappear, somebody insists on
tickling me or dropping ice down my back! With a mental sigh, I brace
myself.
hirsute Indian girl.
