Drool spills down out the sides of her face, covering her eyes, even a bit coming out of her nose.She is lying on her back completely nude on the kitc...hen table, legs spread wide as they wriggle and her toes curl with each deep thrust. That pussy is drenched despite not being touched at all, with each new thrust seeming to make her wetter and wetter down there. One of your hands is on each of those huge creamy tits, kneading the smooth round pillows. The girls in the locker room had always. She was least interested in studies, but was more than an expert in organizing events, and used to participate in them. I was introduced to her by one of our teachers as I was good in drama during those days. From there onwards, we used to meet regularly in college.Our college’s main event was approaching fast, and she was given the responsibility of fashion show, dance, and drama. So we all get busy during those days, and in these days I have observed that she has been showing more interest in. We played our usual game of letting him spy glimpses of me and I would pretend not to notice. I again said I need to go and get my sleeping tablet. Tim asked "why" I answered that his dad used to give me nightly massages and I would sleep well, however since he left I need the tablets to sleep. Tim thought for a while " I gave your calf a massage the other night and you fell asleep". "That's my point" I said " Don't keep taking the tablets " said Tim "I will be happy to give you a massage if it. "It feels wet and slippery." I said, looking up at him, feeling like some kinky slut, fingering myself while he watched."What else?" It feels kind of loose, not tight at all. And a bit gooey." Gooey?" Ken said with a chuckle. "Gooey is good."He walked over to his wardrobes, they were wall to wall and ceiling to ceiling, with mirrored glass doors. He lay down on his back, side on to them, directly in front of them. I could see his reflection in the mirror and I studied him the way he had.