Mansur was a fellow grad student from Saudi Arabia majoring in business administration. He was older than I was, about ten years my senior. We dated c...sually for almost a year. And then things got serious. I started wearing headscarves, started to learn his culture. We made love with each other. Mansur was disappointed the night he found out I wasn't a virgin, but afterwards he didn't seem to mind. We started having sex together often. And then..."Alvaro petted her breast and kissed her. "And. .Mere hoth uske hoth se takra rahe the , main use chum raha tha 1 hath se uski boobs ko dabane laga aur wo mere lund se khel rahi thi maine kaha abhi 2 min ruk ek khel khelte h…didi ne kaha kon sa khel mai waha se uth kar kitchen me gaya waha se ek sahed ki sisi le aaya uska dhakkan khol ke didi ko chit leta kar didi ki chut par or mummo par sahed ki puri bottle khali kar didi or thoda sa sahed maine apne lund par bhi udheel liya or apne dono haath se didi ke saare badan par laga diya jisse. I can feel the ache deep in my core; I can’t help but almost want to beg him. His hands cupping my butt cheeks, he spreads me slightly, working his tongue back up. He finds my asshole, ready and waiting for him. I shiver, waiting, wanting… “You want it, baby?” “You know I do, babe. Please? I need you.” “How much do you need me?” “More than anyone I have ever wanted, ever.” “That’s a good answer, Sugar sweet.” His tongue probes, pushing in gently; I can feel him parting me. I lean back, wanting. Aphrodite, the goddess of love, wouldve been jealous of her appearance, for she could seduce any, including me. Whoever said love was blind, will begin to question their belief, with a moments sight. All men have their price, This is my dance with the devil, and where my story begins School finished and my routine journey home began, though something would be different, for better or worse. The pale skies filled with blackened clouds, like tears waiting for fall, the horizon appeared darkening..