Robin whimpered.Dislodging herself, Nami whispered, "Does a slave move without permission?" A hand idly went down to Robin's cunt confirming what she ...uspected. Robin was enjoying- perhaps even more than Nami herself. Her hand moved in slow circles, stimulating Robin further, trying to see if she'd move again.Her toned thighs strained visibly under the glistening sunlight as Robin tried to hold herself still despite wanting to buckle over from pleasure.She did a good job, Nami noted. It was. My right hand was acting on its own. It went straight for her wet spot, stopping and caressing the inner thighs in between. It was after long time I had this feeling of warm wet pussy and pubic hair on my fingers. It was just perfect.The moment my fingers touched her spot she let out a slight moan and opened her eyes again. I saw desire in her eyes, and happiness.As I kept exploring her womanly secrets to great depth, she also started to reach for my bulge. She played with my penis for a bit. I was trying to remove her night suite but was unsuccessful.She laughed at me and removed it. She was just in a red bra and a red colour panty. Guys, believe me if a girl ever wears same colour bra and panty it is not you alone who planned to have sex that day. She was looking like a strawberry in that red and red combination and she knows that she is going to do it with me.After having a detailed look at her in this state, I took a step forward and gave a spank on her ass while hugging her.. I know this because she told me.She told me one day while we were walking across campus. We'd just left the economics wing and I was trying to make conversation about a party I didn't want to go to alone."I don't even have to see you anymore," she said. "I can just smell the desperation coming." I'd only been at this for a week or two. She wasn't wrong, though.Suddenly, she slapped her forehead. "Oh shit, I forgot to ask Tim if that paper is due this Friday or next." She swung on her heel, and.