”Us din Khushbu ne maroon colour ki saree aur black blouse pahni thi. Kya sexy lag rahi thi mera mood to wahi kharab ho gaya. Par abhi main jaldbaji...mein nahi tha. Maine Khushbu se uska mobile number liya aur apne room par wapas aa gaya. Dosto us din bhi main Khushbu ko dekhkar bilkul pagal ho gaya tha.Maine apne bathroom mein jake uske naam ki muth mari. Ab main Khushbu se mobile par khoob bate karta aur week mein jab bhi mauka milta uske ghar ho aata. Ek din main uske ghar par hi tha aur uska. Granted from time to time he would help a poor stressed out girl late at night from time to time as well, to which they were very thankful.Perhaps he should call one of these thankful women up and see if he can’t break them to become his own personal sex slave.There’s always some old female friends who had crushes on him back in school as Michael was by all rights a nerdy looking jock. Six feet tall, built like a body builder with a Bachelor’s and Master’s Degree to boot in Psychology and. About a week ago a new librarian caught my eye. I do not know why. Her hair was a mess; she had no idea on how to use make up and her clothes, well she is fashion’s equivalent to the titanic. Given all this I was getting quite wet and the telltale tingle was clearly present. I immediately struck up a conversation and fell in love with her voice. We shared a lot of common interests, books, sex and to my surprise spanking. After our chat, I sat at a table near by and started to read. We spent the. ............" I screamed. It was like ocean of pleasure just hitting again and again. I could not take it, and passed out. Collapsed on my bed with dildo still in my pussy. I was out for about 5 min, everything was blur and my heart was still beating fast. My hands, my legs., my whole body was numb and recovering from the best orgasm of my life. I slowly raised my head and saw my door was halfway opened, and my brother's door closing. I heard the sound of closing door. I realized that may be he.