..in a really good way.We sat at a booth and had drinks. her hand crept to my crotch under the table, I kissed her. After a short make out session i a...sked if she wanted to go for a walk considering everyone was watching us. Some in admiration. Some with a get a room look. She agreed and we did.We walked , we talked ,we kissed we played. we ended up in a suite at the local hotel. I lay her down on the bed in complete amazement of her gorgeous features. i started licking my way from her feet to. I smelt it, savored it with an intoxicated sense and tried to be a vigorous child. For a while I heard nothing, saw nothing and forgot everything, even my existence, but the silky breast, oozing the excitement of blossom of the flower. I reached out to take the honey and started to apply it on her breast and drank and suck. Though it tasted fine, it destroyed the excitement a bit. I look at her. She was like a child whom the doctor was about to inject on its cheek. Her lips clamped together and. ” “Another time.” God I hope so.~~~ After lights-out later that night, I lay spooned into Rupali’s nakedness – which was how we spent most nights until one of us got too hot – when she whispered, “Do you have a clever name for the new toy yet?” “It doesn’t need one,” I said. “It’s yours. It’s not going into the toy box; at least not until you graduate and bequeath it to the dorm.” “Still,” she said. “It’s a nice tradition.” “Did you have something in mind?” I asked. “I was thinking, Spike.” I. Fuck this wasn't like her at all! I joked about hooking up one time when we were drinking and she nearly hit me. Now she was throwing herself at me saying some weird and hot things. I gasped seeing her messy ponytail now perfectly straightened and free brown hair, her face was done in fierce and dark makeup. Her crop top was leather stitched over her tits and half sleeves with a x pattern of string holding it all together. I chanced a look at our hips and saw leather panties and fishnet.