She looked up at me and wailed, "You left my fucking party! You're my friend and you don't love me." I let go of her hands and without even thinking, ... reached down and pulled the blue booty shorts to her knees. She placed her arms around my neck. My dick was raging hard and stuck out of my shorts. She ground her hips on me and I held her on the wall and removed my boxers. I could feel her nipples stiffen underneath her tee shirt and when I reached underneath to grab her breast, she moaned. “Yeah, I just need a washroom first,” she sniffled.Stepping half a step backward, CC looked up at me with a combination of shyness and desire. Desire won out, and she slid her hands up my chest to my neck and pulled me down to meet her raising mouth as she maneuvered in for a kiss, her eyes closing as she did. Catching Amber’s gaze as my head moved downward, I saw the nod that she gave me okaying the P.D.A.I noticed, to my surprise, that there was no trace of anger, jealousy, or any other. I pulled her skirt up revealing her panty while kissing her neck and earlobes and shoulders. I pulled her panty half down her thighs and my dick was rubbing and grinding over her sweet tight ass and its crack. Oh hell, we were so moaning together sexily…aaaahhh … “kitni tight maal ho tum… ufff… aj toh tumko dum bhar chodenge” I slowly took my hand from the front towards her heaven’s area and to my surprise she was profusely leaking her love juices. As soon as I touched her love hole she turned. It takes time to drink two liters of water and I spend it thinking of the new student.She is a slave, a proud slave as she say. Yes she wrote that on her profile: I am a slave and proud to be.I really don’t know why I accepted her...is it just because she is a redhead and although too underweight for my taste? It could be.She has orgasms only after whipping her pussy for a long time. I hate being a toy boy...uh...toy man...i hate to play the role of the vibrator. I don’t care if i can whip the.