“Get him or no-one. You wanted this fantasy, now organise it.” And as I looked at the picture of Clyde, the black stud, and imagined him pounding ...y naked body, I felt the rush and I squirted a fountain copiously all over my body and the bed.My agreement had clearly shocked him – I knew he never believed that I would agree to go along with his fantasy, and for several days there was no further mention of it. Then one Thursday evening, just after he had got in from a suspiciously late meeting. Clearly she wasn’t so I just went back around where I came from in hope of either running into her or asking someone where she was. By the time im halfway down the upper-classman hallway I see her walking out of another classroom. Relieved I was, I waited until she walked past me and I followed in her footsteps. As I walked behind her all I could see was that nice black and white polka dot dress, those shiny black heels that complimented her toned, luscious legs and her delicious, plump ass. I don’t spend time with books instead I spend time in porn and stuffs like that because I have no one to stop me as I am alone. There came a day in the second year in college where we have to do projects. I don’t know much about it, in fact, I am fucking weak on that subject. I couldn’t approach my friends because they were busy with their projects. I was left alone and helpless. I didn’t know what to do, whom to ask. So I approached my teacher that I have no clue how to start my project. That. Not at that instant.She edged closer to the door. The two people so avidly fucking in the room couldn't hear her moan softly. She began rubbing up and down against the edge of the door. The wood touched her in all the right spots. She felt her body coming alive to the rubbing sensation.The door collided right at her cunt. The hard wood pressed firmly against her pussy mound. As she rocked up and down, its friction gave her the sensation of a real fucking.It wasn't the same, of course. Nothing.