Raat k 11baj gye hote h wo sofe pr nanga baitha hota h jaise he main uske same ata hu wo mujhe dekh kr khush ho jta or uska lun meri aankho k samne kh...de hone lagta h(aj uska lun bada or mota lag rha hota h)wo mere pas ata h or mere gaalo ko kiss krne lgta h or mujhe ekdm se godi mein utha kr bedrm mein le jata h or mujhe bed pr fenk deta h or meri high heels utar kr meri legs or thighs ko kis krta h or fir mere hontho ko chumne lgta h mujhe bhi tharak chad rhi hoti h main bhi usko kiss krne. I dragged my long nails against him, holding the bottom of his shirt up to slide my fingers inside, touching his flesh. I parted my lips, gasping for air as his worked my flesh, biting and sucking. Surely the pleasure beating at me was illegal. Surely no one could make someone feel this way and not have repercussions.His mouth parted from my skin and trailed along my jaw, his lips seeking mine. I turned my head slightly and met him, my mouth parted, his tongue searching. He stroked it into my. We had gone for the club for dance Payal was wearing a black dress which had a slit right from her waist down that showed her shapely legs.The dress had large and deep neck and she was wearing a push up bra. That made her large and round cleavage visible to everybody. She had worn the dress in such a way that portion of her black aureole was also visible and only her nipples were covered.It was a halter dress with deep cuts on the sides so that her large round breasts were popping out from the. Better that than another spanking - a second offense would have resulted in a doubled penalty!Chemistry went as usual. I was getting better at concentrating on the lessons, rather than the way everyone looked at me.Or, maybe they weren't staring at me as much? I guess they were used to seeing me naked now. It was a bit of a relief, of course, but I was kind of surprised to find that I missed the attention, too.Mademoiselle Duclos had exhausted my anatomical offerings, so I wasn't subjected to.