I wanted to make her moan with pleasure and see her tits bouncing in my face as she rode me till she came. I'd imagined it so many times. Vivid, crude...scenarios at first. Wanking furiously thinking of her huge, stiff nipples and eager, wet cunt. It had almost developed into an obsession and I'd cherished the leavers photo she'd reluctantly posed for on my last day. It was that one photo that changed my teenage obsession to get laid into a desire to please and satisfy her. She was my teacher. On that day she got a letter intimating her to join her higher dance course at Chennai. So she suddenly left for Chennai. Thus we were separated for 4 years. We Dont have mobiles at that time. After 4 years she came back. I was very busy at that time. She suddenly joined a dance school to teach dance to children. Very rarely I was meeting her. But I was having a desire to be very close to her. But time was not permitting me. But I was attending all her programmes and taking photos. We use to. “Go on, do it,” I said. It was all the encouragement he needed. Richard started to fuck me. Slowly but surely every thrust counted, as he pushed his cock into me he twisted his body in different directions. Every thrust was different, every thrust was also very nice. My cock was just as hard. I started to pull on it as he fucked me. I wanted to make it cum but I knew the story as well. Richard was fucking me with ease. His cock was sliding in and out like it was a very wet pussy. Occasionally. Seeing her squirt caused an emotional rush that precipitated a tingling to start in my crotch that rushed to the cheeks of my ass. I couldn't hold back, I tried, but my desire to release all my hot juice deep inside her pussy was overwhelming. I began to thrust fast and hard whimpering. "I'm going to cum," I screamed with pleasure. The first pulse of hot cum was a strong ejaculation, followed by several other strong but less powerful spurts.I knew that I had filled her lovely pussy. I could.