Pooja ne amit ko bhi nasta diya.(yah sab muje pooja ne bad me bataya huwa hai wohi me apako bata raha hoo.) Amit nasta kar raha tha tabi bhi pooja ki ...ajar amit par hi thi uske chest chodi chathi, chati pe naye naye bal pooja ko deewane kar rahe the. pooja ne bhi apana saree ka palu thoda niche kar diya taki amit uske stan dheke aur huwa bhi waise hi jaise hi amit ki najar pooja ke stan par gayee to bade bade gore stan amit dhekata hi rah gaya. pooja atakese jook jook kar apane stan amit ko. They’re coming faster now. My cock aches, heats up. My ass tightens. My eyes close. I become nothing more than this moment. Just the feeling of being inside her, the want to pull out and the pleasure to slam back in. And that’s the word for it now, slamming. Fasting, harder, at my limit and then beyond it. She says something but I don’t hear it over the sounds that we’re making, the wetness I’m pushing into, the bed itself making rhythmic thuds. Her legs arch up and wrap around me and I’m. " I pause to see if you understand.Your words "Yes sir" are laced in ecstasy because you are playing a little harder with yourself. You take your tongue and lick the cool juices from the end of the head. You don't move your hands from your pussy, but I see one start to pull away."When I tell you to lay still, you will, but most time your hands will be used as tools of pleasure. You will be stroking my cock, playing with my balls, or fingering yourself. You will not lay there and let me take. For I moment I turn away and when I look back you are no longer to be seen. I feel bad I wanted you to keep looking at me, but your plans had changed. I had nothing else to do on campus but you. So within a matter of minutes I no longer had a excuse to stay. So I started walking back to my car completely disillusioned that I had not achieved something more than giving you a smile. There was no inappropriate touch not even an exchange of words, nothing the day seemed ruined. So.