No need to rush it, best to treasure the blissful ignorance at the start of what would probably be a frantic day. She was the university idol, after a...l. There were so many things she had to do, even when it was a supposedly free day. Attend events, meet people, chat with students. All just to maintain her reputation. It was tiresome, and yet, she knew that to fail in this eternal dance, or to falter even once could see her cast down. She wouldn't have that. She'd worked hard to be where she. After that it became every night but over the years grew less often. She was always ready to fuck, never a complaint never a headache, Just ready. She had three erotic zones kissing, touching her breasts or caressing the inner part of her thighs.Once at a party she came over to me and said. I night at a party she comes and says.“John is trying to feel my breasts. He says every-one is doing it".I answered. “I don’t know if ever-one is doing it or not, but I know it makes you feel good so go. He can tell too. He starts licking harder and slides and extra finger in her. She starts to shake and moan loudly as she gushes all over his face. Once she’s done cumming. He stands up and smells his fingers, then tastes in again. Another guy kind of pushes him out of the wayHe already has his cock out, he’s thick and long. About the size of a medium Red Bull can. I know she is going to cum so hard from his cock. She’s never had a cock this big. He’s already hard and prepared with a condom on.. She was totally wet, and my prick had been oozing precum ever since I'd laid on her, so the old metaphor of a hot knife going through butter seemed appropriate. She began to wriggle her hips and hump up at me to force my prick further into her secret recess. Muscles in her vagina squeezed my shaft, and seemed to suck it further into her.At last I felt the helmet tap against her cervix, and knew I was as far in her as I could get. I drew back a short way, then began fucking her – gently at.