Naan antha samayathil avalin veetin argil than irunthen appozhuthu aval ennudan varugiren endru solli irunthaal athanaal naan dharaniyai vittu vitu av...lai paarpatharku sendru vitten. Naan selvathai avan paarthu vittan pinbu athai naan avanidam irunthu maraithu vitten. Ithu varai enathu vaazhvil enna nadanthaalum naan avanidan athai solli viduven aanal ithai matum porumaiyaaga sollallam endru ninaithu irunthen.Aanal atharkul avanuku therinthu ponathu naan sathyaudann thaan irukiren endru, naan. I looked at my watch and it was fifteen after eleven. I darted out of the Boys Room and almost ran right smack into someone. I jumped back, to avoid the impending collision. It was Ms. Wey. “Oh shit!” I exclaimed, as she grabbed my jacket to avoid falling. “I know we just met,” she remarked, “but slow down before someone gets hurt.” I apologized profusely as she let go of my jacket and we both regained some composure. She patted my chest with her hand. She was much shorter than me, but that. She'd used her fingers to spread those lips as she kept moving the blade of grass over Anna's slit till she moaned. She could see Anna getting wet and she'd pushed two fingers deep inside her. She'd curved her fingers, pushing them in and out, in and out, in and out. She'd felt Anna's muscles squeeze on her fingers and stopped just in time. The mental image of the shocked look on Anna's face as she ceased fingering her friend made her grin. She had waited till the shock wore off only to thrust. Suddenly he forces her knees open even wider then buries his face in her cunt, she is lost in the wondrous feeling of his probing lips and tongue, the achingly hot wetness lashing her folds, her clit so hard needing, lusting for his mouth. Bound to her chair, feeling so wanton, so vulnerable with her legs spread wide, wrists cuffed, a stranger sucking, licking, stroking her most secret places, her body begins to soar. Oh my god, she moans, head thrown back, eyes closed, arms pulling wildly, her.