She starts grinding her pussy into my face and gets really wet. She moans really loud at this point, while I grab her ass and lick away. I switch back...and forth between licking her clit and sticking my tongue into her pussy. I feel her legs tighten around my head and she is cumming very hard, getting even wetter and almost screaming with lust pressing more into my face.As she is catching her breath, she gets off of me and I sit by on the side of the bed. She get on her knees and starts stroking. We were lying in bed together, the candlelight casting flickering shadows across our naked bodies. His hands were trailing all over me, but I was exhausted. We had made love every night for an entire week. While I enjoyed it (a huge understatement), I was also newly deflowered, my sex not yet accustomed to the harsh, demanding pressure of his. I was sore, and I had dark fingerprints on my hips. He didn’t know about those—I hoped he wouldn’t find out. John was a great one for berating himself.. I’m also having a lot of fun in my private life. Yeah, life simply couldn’t be better. Right now, I’m having a bit of fun with some of my fans. Yes, even college football players can have fans. It’s been a tough week, folks. Seriously. I need to have myself some fun. The Watermill College varsity football team has won a hard-fought game against Stonehill College in a regional matchup. Many thought our first-year squad wouldn’t measure up against the likes of Stonehill College. Well, they were. We laughed off about it and spoke for a few more moments. I asked her full name and she said Ranjana. With courage, I asked if she is on facebook.She said she won’t use Facebook and WhatsApp. Every member of her family cracks jokes about her because she doesn’t use social media. I lost my last hope and we smiled and she moved to her berth. I lost my all hopes and returned to my seat and tried to sleep.But I was not getting sleep. I searched her again in facebook with full name. But there was no.