Life wasn’t perfect. Her love life certainly wasn’t. Her roommate wasn’t. Her damn late financial aid wasn’t perfect. The painting could stand...to be imperfect and so could Amaya.One crappy science building later, Amaya relaxed into her hobby. She painted a few more landscapes. As the sun climbed higher and Amaya got hotter, she switched out the paints and drew with the pencils. A few quick sketches of other students on the commons soothed her completely. There were a few students that she. "Please Blake..." she pleaded.Blake smiled, knowing he owned her now. He wanted her to surrender herself to him, to give herself over to him and let him possess her fully. He wanted her body yes, but more than that, he wanted her mind, her soul. He wanted all of her and he was not going to be content until he was her everything."Who do you belong to? Who owns you, Tanya-Lynn?" he growled softly into her ear as his cock teased her pussy."You... I belong to you..." she whimpered, melting at the. She had juicy lips, moderate size boobs n ass which looked sexy all time. I got a glimpse of her tits 1 day while she was sweeping floor. They were brown n awesome. I felt dizzy. I thought i’ll grab them involuntarily, i controlled. Whenever she changes clothes n leaves the used clothes, i used to smell them esp. cloth covering her armpit area, it is so intoxicating n i use to get a kick, then only i understood pheromones power. I used to search for her panties but in vain so, i doubted she. Brendan,” she added.“Well, or you all were just too shy, hiding your sexual desires, as most young women are taught to.”“No, I found it disgusting,” Donna thought, but wisely kept her mouth shut.It had been one of those days she and her teenage friends had nothing to do. Her friend Brenda’s brother had one tape stashed, and Brenda knew where. They all looked at it, but it was just a disillusion in manhood for the girls. They really couldn’t understand what men found exciting at seeing them.