“Fuck me... Oh gods, David... fuck me….. Now… now!” she panted hungrily.I grabbed my wife’s sexy hips with enthusiasm and drove my raging ha...d cock, deep into her wonderfully tight pussy. Amanda grunted heavily at my powerful thrust. “Ungh! Oh yes! YES! Like that! Hard! Fuck! ME!! Fuck me HARD!!!” She cried demandingly. I viciously pulled my cock out and then slammed back into her with everything I had. Her tight pussy clenched and unclenched against my hard shaft, already trying. I cum, screaming for more, yes please, ... they watch as my juices flow freely, , gushing and spitting... a hand pushes deep inside me as one of the men fists me again as i gush once more, spraying out all over his hand, he cums again. I am left tied onto the bench, I'm shivering all over.The men chatter and laugh at what they've done to me.You looked pleased with yourself.I'm on my own again, silence.My legs are shaking from the position they are in, still bent over and exposed.I don't know. ..” I groan. “What do I have to do to pass this class?”I look at him desperately, remembering I need the credit to graduate. He smiles, turns wicked and lifts his face up to mine. God. Why does he have to be so hot?“That's why you're here. Step around.” His voice is so demanding. I feel my legs wanting to buckle under me. Urgh, he is too hot!I move over to his side of the desk, my mind finally understanding why I’m here. I stand at the side of him as he looks over my test again, studying his. I told it was beautiful and it added charm to your beauty. She said that she don’t like wearing sarees. They are so uncomfortable. They inhibit various body movements. It also reveals enough body. I said in a flirty manner “but that makes u look sexy”. She blushed. I was now pressing the calf of her leg. She had loosened herself and was saying that she was feeling wonderful.She asked me to press her knee cap. I did that. She released a moan. “Great” she said. I asked her if I should move more.