She had a sweet smile, and a curvy figure. She was fair and intelligent at the same time!I saw her for the first time in my class.She had this beautif...l smile and boobs that begged to be freed from her kurti.I kind of loved the way she seemed…her cute smile… her perfect boobs, her ass :* I was too horny for her, and had to do something about it.Vedika and I were just colleagues, and she didn’t know me that well. But I knew her. Vedika came from an orthodox Hindu family, where men were. Now I like to use her anal hole. Without warning I apply lotion and put her in doggy-style and fuck her anus from behind . I pull her hair and she moans with pleasure and pain . I continue to anal fuck her and suddenly pull out and put in her mouth . She hungrily slurps it. This is her fantasy, to be fucked in her ass and then her mouth.Without giving her rest, I use her pussy, it’s tight. I choke her and fuck her like an animal. She moans and her body shivers with pleasure and pain. I keep. I could not control myself started kissing her lips and pressing her ass with both my hands after few min of kiss where we enjoyed exchanging our saliva’s she moved a bit and asked me to we go in bedroom I sat on the bed nude she was in nighty I pulled her near me removed her hooks bit and started sucking her navel and rubbing her ass she was getting excited and rubbing my cock I slowly removed her nighty now she was in pink panties I just kissed her lower part on her panties and smelled it god. That was definitely not my style. But there were elements of how I played, I had rules and guidelines and I came to find out who I really was and what turned me on.So my style had less to do with defining myself with a title but more a matter of preference, preference that kept me interested and engaged. For example, there is nothing sexier then a sexy, smart, intelligent woman who knows what she wants but the reality is, if she is not willing to perform my tasks and challenges that allow me to.