Soon i was on my seniors radar. Devi was a event coordinator of one such event. And a prof made me join her. She wanna everything perfect. Straight fr...m the book. My work was always appreciated by her. and i became too close too her.One day both of us have to bring some materials for the event. so we went shopping. Brought all the stuff and started getting too personal and all that. Then as i went to her flat. (She leaves with her friends and i leave in hostel)As soon as i kept i was about to. I could feel myself coming and thought about stopping but then thought, fuck it I've got all afternoon to enjoy the sluts other holes sooooo... "OooooH ! FUCKKK that's good !!! Suck it slut, I'm going to come down your whore throat, or do you want me to pull back so you can taste it on your tongue before you swallow slut ?" Jess pulled back until the head of my cock sat in the middle of her mouth and then proceeded to slowly run her wet tongue all over the end. The feeling in my cock was now a. . history will make the decision.In 1955, I was a going to be freshman in high school. Just before school started, I found a banned book in the trash pile of a "death" house. Someone died there and the relatives pitched everything but the furniture out by the street. The book, by Sidonie-Gabrielle Colette, was about sex from the female point of view, and I learned some things I didn't know. Not only did I not know the things, I was pretty sure it was "science fiction." It ain't happening. It's. I am sitting on the bed, atop the comforter, my legs extended, my feet crossed at the ankles. Upon hearing her, I set my book down on the nightstand next to the bed, anxious for her arrival. The fiery redhead steps through the doorway, her aura of confidence preceding her. Her white blouse is tight on her torso, perhaps one button too many undone, accompanied by a slim black pencil skirt, long smooth legs, and black, medium heels that reflected the light on the ceiling fan above us. .