Kirim is beautiful ... well, in my eyes she is. Tall, at about 5’ 9”, green eyes, auburn hair, short more for the need to fit it under her helmet....Nice hourglass figure, 36” 24” 36” I think, small B-cup breasts, but sleekly muscled and very strong, more in the way of a gymnast than a weightlifter though.The kisses grew more and more passionate until I lifted her up and carried her to my bed.“You ready for this?” I murmured and softly kissed her neck.“Oh hell, yes,” she moaned as I lay down. She was my seatmate and we became good friends in a day. Her friendship helped me relieve my brother from my guardianship to and fro the College. I may add here that a few decades ago, Muslims and Hindus could not sit together as their clothes should not be touching each other, they could never think of eating together nor could they drink water from the same utensil. There used to be Hindu water and Muslim water; nothing but two different utensils to drink. But time changed and now I used to. With your bra gone I can now masage your whole back and very soon your back to enjoying the wonderful feelings. You can feel my warm hands all over your back. You even feel my finger tips slide down and touch the sides of your breast but you don't say anything.I start to move down your body. Once again I start to remove your skirt. You make a small attempt to protest but eventually settle back down. Now your lying down in only your panties. My hands work their way up your legs. I knead and. I was embarrassed I couldn't take all of him, but soon I stopped thinking about anything but this huge cock that is now slowly thrusting into me. Long deep strokes sent my body over the edge as I had another orgasm. He knew I was cumming on that huge cock, and took advantage to thrust harder into me. My pussy gave in and allowed more of his massive rock hard cock to penetrate me.I felt his large balls starting to slap my ass as he began pounding me deep, and fast. I could only hold on to his.