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My eyes fluttered open. I picked my head up off the steering wheel and turned to look blearily out the window. There was a indian woman. I rubbed my eyes and shook my head, trying to clear out the cobwebs.

She giggled. "Good morning, sunshine." Her voice was still muffled and I scrambled to roll down the window to hear her better. I was starting to gain focus and I took in the sight of her as I cranked the handle.

She was cute amateur. Not one of those 'drop dead gorgeous super model' girls, but genuine 'I don't need makeup to look hot' cute type. Her dark brown hair was short, a few inches above her shoulders, and straightened to hang down like glossy curtains of... whoah, let's not fall in love just yet. Her eyes were an icy blue. Her lips were full and had the barest amount of gloss on them. Her nose is what really got me. bhabhi porn . Strange as it may sound, I have a thing for a certain type of nose. Hers was perfect, like a cute button, small and rounded with a dusting of freckles.

The next thing I noticed was her cleavage. It was hard not to! She was leaning down to look into my car and wearing a low cut shirt. And good god they were big. Not grossly massive but more like 'instant drooling moron' big. Her skin was pale and I could see more freckles on her chest. Her shirt was low cut and it was a shirt and her chest. Her arms were on her knees and there was her chest. She smiled about a foot above her chest. Did I mention she had a nice chest?

It wasn't until she cleared her throat that I realized I had been grinding the window crank while staring down her shirt.pakistani sex I quickly stopped and felt my face get hot. Shit. Not a good first impression.