She could feel the eyes on her in anticipation, the eyes devouring her body. The electricity shot through her, making her come alive and flushing her ...ith arousal.Back and forth. She ran her finger around her opening, now dripping with wetness, and flicked her finger inside. Her other hand fondled her breast, tracing the shape of her nipple as if her finger was a tongue. Back and forth, she imagined, picturing a man sliding his hand back and forth on his throbbing hard cock and watching her. " Shut-up!" She hit me in the shoulder."Ow!" Don't say that," she said, actually looking kind of mad. "It's not funny." You said it," I reminded her."I said I don't think about it all the time," she reminded me. "There's a big difference." You're kinda cute when you get mad." You'd better stop." What? I can't say nice things about you now?" Nope!" Molly pursed her lips. "Your compliment privileges are revoked." Alright. Fine. I'll tell everybody you think about sex sometimes. Happy?" Trent!. Finally I pulled back and started to fuck her with long strokes. A minute later, her pussy was slippery. After a couple more minutes, she was clinging to me and moaning. I used firm thrusts and began to rub and grind and she stiffened before she jerked and spasmed, "Aaahhhh!"Her tight pussy kept clenching and gripping my cock each time I pulled back. I continued to fuck her and grind and she struggled and yelled and then began to buck, "Fffuuucccckkkkk!"She twisted and thrashed and clung to me. Oh man, it gives me chills. Her titties were godly and her ass was bubbly. Almost every male in our apartment had lust on her.She was very friendly and modern too. She used to work in a private firm but left the job after childbirth. Her husband was a reputed government employee who worked in another town. So he was home for two days a week. Her name was Megha. It was the time when I was 18 and was in class 12. It was the time when I used to be horny almost all the time. I was not a virgin.