It felt amazing, better than I’d ever felt before. She sat upright and started to rub her clit as she fucked me. “Oh fuck!” she shouted as anoth...r orgasm hit, and I could feel the wetness around my cock increase. I grabbed her hips and supported her as she continued to ride my cock. “Fuck, I’m coming again” she exclaimed, and her body tightened in my hands. She continued to ride me hard, and the inevitable feeling in my balls announced my second cum of the night, which joined the first deep. My finger fucking still maintained the same slow rhythm.At one point I felt her slow hand job is torturing me to an extreme point of pleasure. I wished now that she had stroked me faster and taken me to the next level of my pleasure. But she didn’t, and instead changed her style frequently. First she was stroking using her whole hand. Later she used her thumb and middle finger and stroked only on the ring region of my cock. She definitely knows how to make a man go crazy on her. I felt her. She used to sit in such a way that her cleavage was visible any time. I used to know which colour bra she was wearing every day. Her 34 c sized milky white melons used to struggle to come out of her bra.One day her parents were out for two days and left both of us alone and told me to take care of her. I was happy hearing that and made plans to fuck her. She was sitting in hall seeing tv and invited me to have dinner with her in ground floor.I went, she was in kitchen and I changed channel to. Sandi purred like a jungle cat, so I licked again, moving my tongue in a circle around the areola. The vise-like grip around my erection relaxed, and I sensed she was beginning to focus on her own sensations. I moved my head up to nuzzle her neck, fragrant with sweat and perfume, while I added – just a little – to the pressure of my fingers around her clit. ‘Ummm, what you’re doing. Do they teach that at Princeton?’ She squeezed her eyes shut. ‘Nah, natural talent.’ ‘Very talented.’ ‘Your smell.