Her intensity is surprising in such a pretty girl and I'm reminded that few people get into Harvard without the ability to dedicate themselves to a pr...ject and work relentlessly towards it. "The girls you told me about. Your other girls." The last time we had been together she had asked if she could date other men, since I was fucking other women. I had slapped her to the floor and then told her, in detail, every last slut that I had fucked since I had acquired her, and how each one had. Her arms went around him, pulling his face near enough to kiss as she sobbed and moaned from his drives. Her legs locked behind his back, and she ground her pelvis into him, trying to get him as deep as was possible. For several long minutes, that seemed more like seconds, he shoved into her, driving relentlessly, to bring her to yet, another orgasm. Her head was back, and she was crying like a banshee, encouraging him to even greater heights of passion, and he was pounding into her as hard as. “Ah, I am sorry my love. I did not think this would be so troublesome for you?” She reached down, took his hand, set it on her stomach, and guided his hands down the deep cleavage. Soft, her skin was so soft, and alabaster, and perfect. And when she guided his fingers down to where the cleavage finally stopped, she slid his fingers down past the fabric a single inch while still against her skin. His fingertips found the folds of her pussy, and he groaned as he shivered at the touch of. She came above me and that was a great experience. Since it was a last day of our exploration, we have not wasted a single minute to enjoy the sex while she was riding above me, she was completely horny and was jumping like she is sitting on the spring couch on the last day, and we had done fucking for 7-8 times during whole day. We were nervous as well because we know that from tomorrow, we will be missing it completely. She wants to grab this last opportunity to the fullest and we done it.