” “ I am. I'm a little slut,” she breathes. I'm intoxicated by our little game and tighten my grip on her hair. Her pussy contracts around me in...response. “ Are you about to come?” I ask. “ Almost.” “ Beg me to fuck you harder so you can orgasm.” “ Please,” she says, her voice hoarse and ragged. “Harder. Much harder.” I pound her relentlessly with sick, sadistic zeal until her insides spasm and close all around me. “ Oh god,” she cries, loud enough for anyone passing by in the hall to hear. She. Honestly, I wanted to do it once with you. I know it’s not easy for you, but still, you can try once with me. If you are not comfortable with me, then I never ask you again.”Honestly, I want to try once with him, and I told him that I need one week of duration to handle myself. And on that night, I was thinking about him on my bed. Madhan has placed a special place in my heart. I am getting respect from him for my feelings.He never insulted me on my feelings. He never spoke dirty and misbehave. Mom came in the kitchen while I was breading some chicken cutlets for dinner – this prompted a smile from her. It was one of her favorite dishes.“You didn’t have to do that, I was going to order Antonio’s.” She said while taking a seat at the table. Her white cotton robe indicated she’d just got done showering; the powerful floral smell of her conditioner filled the room. I shrugged. “No biggie, the least I could do is cook for you. You’ve probably been having a lot of take-out. Haven’t seen. "Have a seat," I mumbled, red faced. I was still arranging my coat over my lap, trying not to be obvious about it. He smiled and I saw his glance frankly appraise my crotch."Thank you." Slowly, he took his jacket off.I devoured his rippling back muscles as he twisted and turned in the small aisle. His back was wide and my hands tingled at the thought of touching him. "Very crowded," the German said. He sat down heavily, placing his jacket in the seat between us and patting it down. I couldn't.