His moans get louder, as loud as mine. I feel his cockhead moving so fast and hitting deep down onto my cervix. “You so big and fat,” I utter moan...ing. He slides his finger over my clit and I shiver with sensations travelling down to my pussy oozing so much of my creamy cum. His other hand’s thumb is rubbing my clit. My legs shiver and I tremble as my legs feel as if they are made of rubber. Our moaning and grunting attracted a couple passing by the bushes where we were. Hearing crackling. Suman is very arrogant and told Neethu that if at all she accepts for his wish she will not get money.Neethu is now trapped and her Mom is dying at hospital. she is tiered and sat on the sofa with a pale face.By that time without even getting permission from Neethu..Suman closed all the windows and doors and open his bedroom door and showed the way to Neethu.Neethu with all the hesitation and frustration went inside his bedroom. He asked her to remove her cloths for which Neethu didn’t react. It was in my first year of teaching, during school holidays, and I had gone into the city to buy some tennis clothes at a newly-opened clothing outlet. Not sure of my size, I selected from the racks some brand-name shorts and shirts and was looking around for where I might try them on when a shop assistant offered to direct me to such a place. He took me to a row of four or five conjoined cubicles in the centre of the store, each protected by a full-length adjustable curtain. It was. I slide her pants down until they are just above her knees, I play with my prize, a golden haired honey pot, my first vagina. IT is warm and slick. MY fingers slide in and out easily. I memorize it's design, clitoris, vulva, labias, everything as wonderful as imagined. I utilize my other hand to undo my own ants, sliding them down as well, releasing my penis as well as every primitive urge gathered in adolescence. I begin brutishly thrusting it against her, like a horny dog aiming for anything.