We were not friends, our humor and personalities did not click. Our general conversation was mainly about the city. We only used nicknames, she named ...me “Buster” after my first performance and liked that I called her Cherry. We agreed to ignore each other if we ever passed in public.The second week she tried a maximum effort, to show me how deep she could take it. She got me to her throat and had her gag reflex under control, but breathing was hard for her. I admit she was impressive, and I. It was this wonderful, amazing delight. I felt dizzy from it. I was going to explode right here and now.Our tongues danced as Rochelle fingered me. The brunette’s digits felt amazing sliding up and down my virgin folds. I held her tight, our breasts pressed together. I could feel how large hers were through her blouse and bra. My nipples throbbed as she worshiped me. Her fingers danced up and down my folds.It was so much better than masturbating.I reveled in my power. I was her queen. Tingles. Fir maine uske boobs dabane shuru kar diye aur usne bhi mera lund pakad liye aur pant k uper se hi sehlane lagi. Fir maine uski tshirt utaar di aur jam k uske boobs se khelne laga. Thodi hi der me hum dono ke saare kapde utar gaye the. Wo neeche baith k mera lund chusne lagi aur supade ko apni jeebh se chatne lagi. Mujhe bada maza aa raha tha. Fir maine bhi uski chut pe muh laga diya aur thodi der tak uski chut chati aur paani piya.Uske baad maine apna lund uski gaand me dal diya. Mai masti me. I licked her thighs lightly, circling her core, avoiding it on purpose. She pushed forward, trying to get me to touch her clitoris but I always pulled back. When I finally flicked my tongue against the nub, she came immediately, screaming, her inhibitions giving way. My eyes followed the trickle of her liquid running down into the cleft of her buttocks. For some reason, my gaze settled on the wrinkles of her anus. I wet my forefinger inside her, then rubbed it against the black-rimmed.