So I believe I was quite good at this art and confident about it. So slowly I started diverting our talk to naughty things, flirting with her, making ...eferences to sex. I think she got the hint but was pretending to be innocent. After few days, she said she loves me. She knew that I’m an Indian guy and she told me later that she wanted an, Indian partner because she watched Kamasutra and she was amazed watching all different positions. Must say I was very hard and masturbated myself during the. I went back to concentrating on fucking her and then just stopped, she just screamed "NO!" and started slamming back against my dick like a woman possessed, she then reached under to start rubbing her pussy since I was massaging her asshole. I gave her a few minutes then started picking up the pace and raised my leg up to change the position of my thrusts which always hits her spot, she immediately raised her head up while grabbing the sheets and looked over her shoulder at me with lustful. I had to hurry because Paul might or might not wait for me. I never knew.In my bedroom I found he had already laid out the clothes he wanted me to wear. An emerald thong and a tiny matching dress of some spandex material that hugged my body like a second skin. I adjusted it over my 32B breasts, seeing the rings in my nipples as uneven protrusions that spoiled the smooth swell. I almost wished I could remove them, but that was an impossibility. I pulled the dress down, over my narrow hips and. She then sat down on my face and smothered me completely. She immediately started grinding into my face. Her pussy was soooooooooooooooooo wet. I think she had an orgasm when she was spanking me! I started licking, but she was just grinding on my face like I was a toy. I tried to catch a breath, but couldn't. She was making sure of that. I started to feel light headed and I panicked. I started thrashing and trying to push her off of me. She laughed and fought back. Then she started groaning....