Now I drew back my cock, her asshole squeezing down on my digits. I stroked my own cock through her flesh, massaging my shaft before I rammed back int... her.My crotch smacked into her. My breast heaved. I moaned as the pleasure rippled through me. I savored it, the shouting around us, the women moaning, cheering us on. I would win this contest. I would show Vladislav that my cock was superior than his drug-enhanced dick and—“Prekleto!” he bellowed, the unmistakable sound of a man grunting. She was quite attractive with beautiful, dark, South Indian skin, long jet black hair and dark thin eyebrows. She was wearing a red sleeveless shirt and tall flowing skirt. The cuts of her cleavage were visible from the top. The skirt was black with big colorful leaf patterns embroidered on it. She had gold bangles on both hands & her feet had silver anklets. The sleeveless shirt complimented her brown skin very well and her skirt was perfectly accentuating the curves of her round & firm bum.. Myself though well that was a different story, as I humped naked on the bed, with enough vocals and decibels to wake the dead, while she lay in the dark, a few feet from me. When she married we were happy for her but he was a piece of shit and he knew our contempt as we would cut him dead in his tracts, when he showed the slightest contempt for her. ‘When God makes them, he matches them’ was the in saying back then, and through time, as we all moved on, they drifted off our radar. In Stockholm. She wanted to say something between classes, but students were all crowded around him until the next class started. When lunch break came, I walked to the fridge in the teacher’s lounge to get her lunch, and planned to come back and have lunch with him.While most of the student body was packing into the lunch room one pretty young blonde student, Becky Whitman, yea that was her name, was walking past her. She looked confident and sure as she walked by and entered Ed’s room. I didn’t think.