But for now I want you to say Mohammed… he opened my legs wide and held his hands in my kneeholesHe spit on my cunt , I felt his saliva running down...my hole onto my butts. It felt horny and cheap in the same way, but also honoured to have something from his DNA on my body….You know what I want …do you? Hhhmmm? I wanted nothing more than to serve his lust and be the vessel he needed. Yes Mohammed…please…good boy….but I am afraid tough it’s gonna hurt..its so big your cock…I know baby it’s. As I was in my own home I wore a tank top and a pair of shorts. We worked on the project for almost 2 hours, before we decided to call it quits for the night. After we put our books away I offered her a drink and she accepted . I turned on some music and we began to talk. The drinks we wer drinking and the music had us feeling nice. When we got on the topic of sex. She said she was recently divorced and hadn't been with a man in 7 months. My husband was a military man, and was away on. Holding her breasts. Turned three-quarters to the left. Leaning back. Leaning forward with her breasts hanging. Etc. Each pose tickled her ego, and she allowed herself to giggle at it.I was loving it, my body was reacting to her every pose. I wished for a camera, except I did not have the skill to do her justice. So memory would have to serve. She blushed heavily when I made that commentFinally I confessed a deep truth. “What I can’t decide is whether you would be more attractive at, say, seven. ”I said to him, "Oh I am so wet and horny."Chris smiled at me with a lustful look in his eyes, saying, "Mmmm, my body is yours. Do whatever you like with it."So gently I laid him on his back on my desk and got on top of him. My hands touched his short, blonde hair and slid down to his body.I smiled at him, as I gently lowered my mouth to his cock. His hands were running through my hair.He softly said, "Ohhh yesss. Take as much of my big cock in your mouth as you can baby."Then I came back up to.