His ever were glued to my tits and I could feel my nipples getting bigger and harder as he stared at them. Cupping Indian Sex my breast in my hands I lifted them up, offering them to him and then did something that has turned on every man I have ever known. I lifted my left boob higher and sucked the swollen nipple deep into my mouth. Looking up I could see a wolfish grin on his face and I was about to do the same to my other throbbing nipple when the assistant came into view. I hurriedly closed the curtain and dressed. Claire was chatting excitedly about her purchases as we made our way back to Brian’s car but I was hardly listening. All I could think of was the sticky wet feeling between my legs, my racing pulse and the lust in Brian’s eyes when he was looking at my naked tits. By unspoken agreement Brian and I managed to ensure that we dropped Claire off first at her mothers house, Brain would then take me home and then join her. Parked outside my flat the tension in the car was electric. He turned to say something but I didn’t give him the chance, my lips were glued to him and my tongue was half way down his throat in a flash. He wasted no time in responding enthusiastically and was soon mauling my big tits. I felt a button on my blouse pop as he forced his hand inside my blouse and under my bra. His fingers found a hard nipple and began to squeeze “You really want it don’t you?” he muttered. I don’t know what would have happened but his mobile went. It was Claire telling him to hurry up. With a wry smile he let me out of the car, whispering “Maybe another time.” as he gave my boobs a last grope. I staggered into the flat and dropped my bags onto the floor, leaning back against the door my legs were like jelly. There was a roaring sound as the blood pounded in my head. I felt dizzy and sick and more turned on than I had ever been before in my life. Closing my eyes I could still feel his hands on me, taste his lips, and smell his aftershave. I don’t know how long I stood there in my rapture – seconds, minuets, hours, I don’t know – but suddenly I knew what I needed and I lurched towards the bedroom pulling my clothes off along the way. Blouse and bra were soon gone, my skirt I just pulled up so I could get my sodden knickers off as my shaking hands found my other Brian, my plastic surrogate Brian. Flopping back onto the bed I spread my legs obscenely wide and with two hands buried ‘Brian’ deep inside my dripping cunt. As a titanic orgasm broke over me I almost believed that it was the real Brian stretching me, thrusting and twisting remorselessly inside me, I could almost feel his breath on my face, feel his heart beating against mine, feel his skin getting slick with sweat as he fucked me. A second orgasm followed the first and I was on autopilot as I turned the toy to it’s highest setting, feeling the thrusting and twisting turning my pussy to jelly as I clamped my thighs tight around it and began pulling and twisting my throbbing nipples, my mind racing as I thought of all the things we would do together. At some point I must have turned off “Brian” and fallen asleep, because waking with a start a while later the Indian Porn sun had gone down and I was lying naked on my bed. In my half awake state Ethnic Porn I almost believed for a second that the real Brian had been there with me, that the wet patch was our fluids, not just mine. Then I felt the toy snuggled up against my thigh and I remembered what had happened. With a deep sigh I got up and went to the bathroom, used the loo and thought about having a shower. 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