The dress she wore made me think she had wrapped a sheet around herself, like Jordan had been forced to do the day before, but watching her move in it... and not attempt to hold it up told me that it was indeed a dress. It was strapless and short, stopping several inches above her knees, and I couldn’t take my eyes off of her.She came out of the room, closing the door behind her, and stopped on front of me. A smile formed on her face. “I take it you like my dress?”The way she stood back felt like. When she shoved it into my throat, she held it there and moved it back and forth about an inch, buzzing and massaging the back of my throat. This may have gone on for 15 minutes, while Arizona steadily fucked me. I got through the 1st round OK. I was beginning to moan softly. By the 2nd round, I was beside myself. My hips were thrusting away at the constant fucking. I was moaning and mewing loudly. I almost lost it, but remembered those words about "severe punishment!" I made it through the 3rd. With my lips around her clit and my nose in her cunt, it was a good fit. She squirmed around my face and when my tongue began to lash circles around her stiff little man-in-the-boat, I began to drown in her gushing cunt and her orgasmic groans. This woman had just cum, really cum, I mean, buckets of cum… and I was glad.She crawled onto my chest and began to kiss and lick my face. "That was the best orgasm I think I ever had. You can go down on me anytime, mister. That was fucking awesome.". She texted me about her feeling the bulge in my pants and how it was the best movie ever. Then our texting turned into sexting. Exchanging pics went lesser and lesser clothing. Our movies went from sitting there to my hands inside her clothes. I did slowly manage to get my hands into her panties and my finger inside her.It was around 5 months into our dating. By the time, most of the class knew there was something between me and Richa. She had told other 2 girls in our group but not Monica..