Look how she's tossing them around on her ankles...does she have any idea how fucking hot that is?Truth was, he hadn’t. Her video had been so much m...ore compelling."My point, Sir, is that I was only playing dumb in the hope that you would offer some...remedial tutoring. But you didn't, not even before the finals. I can see that my hoping to get you alone that way was futile."She can keep talking all she wants, long as she keeps her legs open like that.”And the only reason I agreed to your. “What, are you gonna google her now?”“I thought I was ogling her.” He saw her profile online and found a modelling picture of her and zoomed in, yup her CV checked out, he snorted. “Wow. Very, very impressive individual.”“You’re so predictable, you know that?”“She’s fluent in French, Italian, Russian and Latin.” He turned to Pepper, “Who speaks Latin?”“No one speaks Latin.”“No one speaks Latin,” He echoed her.Pepper shrugged, “It’s a dead language. You can read Latin or you can write Latin, but. Our board exams were going on in March and we had patched up back after a 1 month long fight in December so didn’t argue much. On one the exams day I was on my way to exam centre and along the way I sent a message to all my friends wishing good luck (including her). She obviously replied and asked where I’ve reached. I was a bit behind her and she started boasting that she is quicker but I didn’t take it the bad way. This was how we had fun. So I threatened her that if she laughed again I wont. His cock snaps free. For a while, she watches him. His face remains intent, focused as he presses his palms deeply into her thighs. Her eyes finally close as his sliding hands rub and smear the flesh beside her swollen mound. Her pussy seems such a tiny, simple thing, and yet he would trade away years of his life without remorse just to be near it. Her thighs push wider every time he works his palms against the muscle. He chuckles softly, thinking her pussy doesn’t open like a flower, but.