One fateful day, she was alone in the hostel room, as I had gone to library. Knowing that I wouldn’t turn up for some time, she was having a shower ...n the bathroom with the bathroom door flung wide open. I had forgotten to take a book and came to pick up the same. I entered the hostel room with my spare key and shut the door behind. I, unknowingly, went to the bathroom and saw Anitha showering herself, foam dripping form her body. The aroma of the soap spread in the room excited me. I kept. " I wanted it bad. And he knew it. I needed it. I needed it badly. It was obvious. So he does what he does best and makes his cock disappear repeatedly inside of me. Not stopping until he was certain he was going to cum. His cock kept disappearing inside of me at a rather fast speed. It made my breast jiggle, which I liked a lot. "Ah! Ah! Ah!" the moans were from deep inside of me. They wouldn't stop. They couldn't if I wanted, anyway. "Please, please, please! Give it to me as hard as you can!. They opened again when I felt her mouth slide over my cock – I wanted to watch my member disappear into her sexy mouth. “Mmmmmmmm,” she moaned as soon as she stopped with three-quarters of my penis engulfed. “Ah fuck, oh damn.” I muttered at the feelings her hot mouth and moaning vibrations produced. She bobbed her head back and forth, pressing the end of my hard-on against the back of her throat – moving it only far enough back each time to aim it right down the middle of her. My cock was suddenly harder than ever - in recent memory at least. I grasped it tight beneath my comforter and couldn’t complete stifle a grunt. A flicker of issues regarding morality, and the absolute decadency of what I had been imagining set in, but these concerns were of equal swiftness brushed aside. I couldn’t help but to want to - need to - envision myself naked with diminutive Jonas. Bear in mind that it was the first time in over two years that I wasn’t alone in bed. Though I had not.