The instructor asked you to stay as you were as the cadets filed out, all of which marched right by the table you were on for a close-up look at your ...agina. When they were gone, the instructor licked his finger. You watched him do that, and you could almost feel him licking your cunt. He smiled at you and then actually did just that.He pulled up a short stool and sat down with his face level with your crotch. Then you felt his tongue start to probe your sex. You were hot. How could you not be. Annjali sann thiii aaassiiiiiAnjli puri nagii thi Piche main khara tha or aaga Ranvir… Anjli ne zhuk kar ranvir ka land muh me le liya or chusne lagi… ye dekh main aapne land uski chut me dal diya……. chut gili thi…… land makkhan ti tarah andar bahar ho raha the tabhi maine aapne land nikal or uski gand me dal diya…. chut ke pani se land shida hi chalagaya.. Anjli ki to chikh hi nikal gayi. thori der me hi usko dard ke sath maza bhi aane laga.. Ye dekh ravinder ne kaha ki issko utha lo me chut. Such was his nature. The rough covering of the trunk matched the deep bronze of his skin, and it was difficult to discern from a distance where one stopped and the other began. But as formidable as his presence was, as overpowering as he appeared in the flesh, he moved with a grace known only to the gods. The fluidity of his motions brought to mind the flowing of melting gold, or perhaps molten lava; the empty space he left behind, the feeling of absence that was palpable when he moved betrayed. He then lifted each foot and slipped off her shoes before running his hands up the outsides of her legs, feeling the curve of her calves, thighs, hips. Still kneeling, he hooked his fingers into the band of her panties and tugged them gently down. His face just inches from her body, he could smell the sweetness of her flesh and felt a pulse of desire pump through him. He stood, his hands gliding over her curves to her back, where he skillfully unhooked her bra and slid it forward and off her.