" I step back, and she watches me with a pouty stare. "Why?" "I don't want to cum," I spit. “Aw, why not?”"I want to fuck your brains out." Her po...t morphs into a grin, and she rises from the ground, her nipples standing at attention.I take a small step toward her, and hook my fingers on the inside of her waistband. I gently tug both her jeans and panties down, and am greeted by a perfectly shaved pussy.“Fuck me,” I whisper in appreciation.“Okay,” she whispers back with a grin.In one movement,. .. d ... do with as you p ... p ... p ... please, M ... m ... m ... master,” she stammered.He reached up and stroked her auburn hair which was flowing down her back. “Thank you. But that’s not what I asked. I asked you how you felt about this.”“I would not b ... b ... b ... be here if I d ... d ... d ... d ... didn’t find you attractive and want to b ... b ... b ... b ... be with you,” she lied. In fact, she would be here whether she wanted to or not. Her mother had made that very clear. But. She was a short girl who used to sit in the second last bench of our class. I sat immediately after her. She was not all a big stunner of the school but sure made my little brother salute to her whenever she passed by with those curvy hips. It was sometime in Feb when the spring season is reaching its end and a new age of summer is about to start. Hyderabad was never a place one would sweat but sure did feel the heat back in those days.Due to the heat, the class strength used to be less in. I reached down to took a hold of my cock. It was amazing to see myfeminized hands surrounding and holding it. I started to pump my cockwith my hands. I started to ride her cock in and out of my ass. It didnot take long before I was shooting my cum all over my beautiful wife."You have a mess to clean up," she said as she scooped some cum on herfinger and put it in my mouth. "Every slut needs to clean up the cumwhen they are done"She made me scoop some up and suck it off my finger. It was.