That continued for like 30 minutes more and she went to sleep after that. I rushed towards the bathroom and shot loads of cum. It was so intense that ...night.The next two days, same thing happened. My classmate was flashing all over and after the call, I had intense orgasms.On the fourth day, we were on the call and I was really hard and erect. She was just playing with her hair and talking. I moved my phone intentionally a bit and flashed my bulge. I made sure she noticed that. Then I said sorry. He was wondering whether to cough or make a noise so she knew he was there, but she turned and walked back towards the apartment door. He heard her move a chair. Through a gap in the bougainvillea, he could just see the seat of the chair and little more. She sat on it, the open blouse falling away leaving the Y at the top of her legs fully visible in the moonlight. Her legs eased apart and her hand started to stroke her pussy, running along her lips at first, then a finger sliding between them.. “Yes, lovely,” he said, and I swear I heard his lips smack as he returned to my breasts, apparently attracted by their motion as I struggled. My swollen nipples were conspiring with my genitals to get me close to orgasm and defeat. His fingers mashed the soft orbs while his lips chewed the firm tips.Whether planned or based on my rapid excitement, the intensity was reduced and he abandoned my chest. In response to my sad whimper, he teased, “No, professor, not yet. We have to build up to full. I didn't realize it but as I was thinking about this I was stroking my self. I abruptly stopped and looked around; making sure no one had seen what I was doing. I lay on my stomach then, and started to tan my back.I must have fallen asleep because I awoke startled by the voice of an angel. "Brandon... Brandon... Wake up... come on sleepy head! Your gonna turn into a lobster!"I stretched and opened my weary eyes. Skye was standing there in a Black fishnet shirt and a 2 piece bikini with a black.