Being the super senior I was enjoying my perks in my college. I had a strongman image. There I saw this pretty girl who was talking to a jerk kind jun...or of ours.She is around 5.7” with a perfect vital stats of 36c-26-36 (which I got to know later). I was just passing by and Sandy greeted me with, “Good afternoon, Sir.” I stopped and inquired about his whereabouts. It was kind of strange for him because I generally never ask this.I introduced myself to Ratna. It would not be wrong if I say I. " It was special for me too," I said and looked first at the bathroom door then turned and kissed Sandy. I held her head as I kissed her lips over and over, our breathing increasing rapidly. Without thought, my hand went to the top of Sandy's dress and down inside to cup one soft breast. Sandy moaned as I caressed her large breast, squeezing her nipple. I lifted the breast until it popped out of her dress. My head went to the now hard nipple and began to suck."Oh yes, that's it sweety, suck my. The orgasm coiled with raw, claustrophobic power; so potent that I approached it with a combination of trepidation and anticipation.It pulled me under, drowning my mind with images and colours. Most of them were dark and disturbing – disturbing because they were welling up from deep inside of me.They weren’t the things I’d seen on the screen.They were worse.The crushing intensity of the pleasure was extended by the fact that it was impossible to control the endless filth in my head. Only when. Eight... nine... ten... eleven...SLAP!SLAP!SLAP!SLAP!Mr. Williams began to give a barrage of slaps on first one buttock, and then the other, to even it up. Then he would continue on the same buttock before going back to the other. Naomi became lost in a world of numbers and throbbing pain. She could feel her inner walls pulsing with the rushing blood between each slap wherever there was a pause of a couple of seconds.Thirty-seven... thirty-eight... thirty-nine...SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!On it.