‘‘ Wrap your legs around my waist,“ you ground out. You can’t get enough of my sweet taste. You wonder what it is that makes my mouth shiny al... the time. Maybe lip-gloss....? But who cares you gladly suck anything off my plum lips, as long as there is some kind of contact. You lift me with your hands on the back of my thighs until I am seated right were you want me, my pussy against your rock-hard cock. Only your jeans seperate us and the smell of my arousal hits you like a two-by-four. You. “If any man notices that, let him wonder how it happened. Brighten his day if he figures it out.”We had been speaking a mixture of English and German, which we preferred when making love; I preferred the dorm staff not to know what we were saying, while Jutta thought it increased her mysterious sexiness in their eyes.She kissed me lightly so as not to disturb her lipstick and said in Italian, and rather loudly at that, “I’ll miss my Daily Dirty Dozen. I’ve never had a man before who could keep. It was the most mind-blowing orgasm of my life. After the hotel, we kind of ignored it for a while. He started telling me I looked nice every day, something he hadn’t done before. When I brought in papers his stares lingered. He looked sad. I wondered if he needed a good fuck. Then it started. The Monday after we tasted each other he started instant messaging me through our work computer system. Things like, “I miss your pussy on my tongue.” “I can’t stop thinking about you.” “I dream about you. Ariel arrives early Friday evening, directly from school she takes a train and bus to me, a few stops. Ariel is dressed the way we requested. I welcome her in, take her wintercoat. Like the way she looks.Ariel wears sexy sweater, showing the shape of her small boobies, short skirt, socks, simple shoes. Ariel already wrote in her application she hardly has any experience in sexual exchanges, as a virgin.Ariel shows no shame though in underdressing seductively. Comes close as she can for a good.