She also likes medieval French poetry. She even taught me to like it. Me! Reading poems in French that I can barely understand. What happened was, she...smiled at me one day when she bought this old beat-up book she found in the foreign language section. I asked her if she could read it--dumb question, but something made me want her to stay a minute. She told me, sure, she could, and asked if I could. Cheeky broad. I told her I could read modern French, so she gave me a lecture on the fabliaux,. She gagged hard and struggled, but I held her head tight. I’d dreamed about that moment so many times and I wasn’t about to let it be over quickly. I let her go so she could take a breath, then pulled her head onto my cock once again. Time after time I pulled Patti’s head onto my cock, she’d gag hard, and I’d let her take a breath. After that routine for about five minutes, she learned to take it down without gagging. That’s when I would grind my cock into her throat and make fists with her. Me: Ankita ma’am are you awakeAnki: no. I’m not getting sleep and you?Me: me neither. I feel weird ma’amAnki: don’t call me ma’am, call my name.Me: Ma’am sorry Ankita my heart beat is raising… do you want to feel. I don’t know why it’s too fast today.Anki: why..!and turned to me but we were still for another 2mins.I took her hands and placed it on me left chest and kept there for a while then took my hand off but she kept it there itself,Me: how about your heart beat? is it normal?Anki: it’s. I slid my cock straight into his ass to which he began panting in pain and pleasure. I started fucking his ass slowly. He looked back at me with big eyes. A look that someone give you when they give their bodies up to you for your own pleasure. I responded with a passionate kiss. My pace began to increase and he started talking dirty for the first time all night."Your dick feels incredible in my ass baby!" he exclaimed. "It is so deep, and your ass is so hot." I responded. "When you are about.