Singh had commented with a tight smile. “I don’t care.” She’d replied, defiant and a little embarrassed. “It’s what I want. It’s why I�...�ve been saving up money ever since my 16 th birthday. If you don’t want to do it, I’ll find another way.” “Oh, we’ll do it, Angel. After all, that’s what we do. We make your filthiest dreams come true.” And now, it was really happening… Her hips acted on instinct, lifting off the floor as she arched her back, desperately trying to spear herself on his thick. Depending on what he would drink you would either ending up fucking for hours and wishing he would cum already or he would be wasted and pass out after getting his own orgasm but being to incapacitated to help you reach your own. This would leave you up most of the night playing with your toys and wishing for the real thing as he laid next to you with his flaccid cock just taunting you. Imagining him fucking you would just frustrate you but you always felt dirty whenever you thought about his. Not until I stopped beside the figure did I realize that it was a woman. Lowering the right side window, I said, "Awfully hot night for a walk. Care to share my air conditioning?"She stepped over to my window and ducked her head to look at me. She gave me a rather appraising look, then smiled and opened the door. As she climbed in, she said, "Thank you. It is so-o-o hot out there and, of course, my car broke down yesterday. Right in the hottest part of the summer."She was dressed in knee-length. I stuck two fingers inside of me now. I began to go faster as harder. I moaned louder as I kept going. My heart was racing as I rubbed my clit hard. I couldn't get him out of my head. I fingered myself harder and harder until I finally arched my back and threw my head back with a fierce orgasm. I sat up and looked at my book bag. His number was in there. I knew for a fact that he texted because he would do nothing but in our class. I thought about it for a moment as my heart rate returned.