She introduced herself as Ming, and invited me in to her kitchen where she offered me a cup of coffee which I gladly accepted. We chatted as we drank....I found myself intrigued by this lady - I was trying to figure out her age ... because she was very beautiful when I took the time to appreciate her face and body.Ming was slender, with a beautiful flawless face framed by her short curly black hair. She had beautiful small hands whose finger nails were expertly crafted and painted a deep red.She. It was kinda awkward.At night I texted her saying I was sorry about everything that happened between us. But to my surprise she was okay with it. Then slowly slowly I started flirting with her. I asked her whether she enjoyed or not and she was giving positive reply in return. That day itself we had our first sex chat. In the gym, we used to behave as if there is nothing between us due to her friend but we were like sex buddies , having sex chats or sometimes hanging out together. We clearly. His 41 year old cock was rubbing and fucking against my bed, my pillows, my worn panties, and sometimes all three of them would get a big burst of his cum on them. One time it looked like he was forcefully fucking the pillow. Screaming angrily out loud, “Don’t say No!, you fuckin’ whore! Don’t you deny me your wet fuck hole! Don’t you dare fight me off. Don’t you dare, you lil cock tease!” Every time I would see him fucking his imaginary Carla. Smelling my perfume or my body aroma on my sheet.. "See you in college tomorrow," he said and he was gone.I laid in bed, my mind in a spin, no boy had ever made me feel so good, my pussy was still wet from the memory of his touch. Eventually I fell asleep, my dreams were full of my body being ravaged by many faceless demons; I awoke sweaty. I showered, dressed and out of the house in record time, eager to see him again."Morning Lover," I said when he sits down next to me."I'm not your lover yet," he smiles at me, "but next time I might get.