Then, one day, when I was home on break from college, I happened to notice a pair of purple cotton panties in the hamper and I sniffed them and got so...horny that everything changed. I was now obsessed, but my family and my sister are all very conservative religious people, and I would be disowned if anyone found out about my secret.In the second semester of college, I thought about her every day. I hooked up with other girls, but eventually found myself virtually unable to come until I. It was a generator room . He shut the door in hurry so that no one would see us. He turned towards me and told ” here we have full liberty to do anything”. I smiled and smooched him hardly as hard as I could. I was melting in his warmth. I was wearing Salwar that day. Arsh slowly pulled my duppatta and removed my Kurta zip from behind..As he ripped my dress apart . I dared to touch his dick which was waiting desperately to come out off his pants. He hugged me tightly and removed my bra and. I want it so bad." with a face that looks like she's in pain begging for it.She lies down and we took the missionary position."W-w-wait!" she interrupted. "This is my first time so I don't really know what else to do." Don't worry." I said. "I'll do everything from here on."I rubbed her pussy with the head of my dick. She was soaking wet. I sucked on her perfectly plump breast. My hips slowly moving and dick getting harder than ever."Here I go." I said and slowly pushed in.She hugged me and. He usually had a massive morning wood, and he’d step over to my side of the bed and slap my face with it until I woke up and gave him a blowjob. He’d stand by the bed, naked, with hips thrust forward, his head back and eyes closed, and his fingers laced behind his head. He’d move his hips back and forth, sliding the shaft of his cock into and out of my mouth over and over until he had his first orgasm of the day, shooting rope after rope of cum down my throat. By the time he came, I’d be fully.