She sits down and crosses one leg over the other, her foot gently touching my shin. “Ok, so where do you want to start?” I ask, trying my best not... to look down at her full, perfectly tanned tits.“From the beginning,” she says, her eyes locked with mine. “I want to take it from the top and work our way down.”“You know the first half of the term isn’t even on the final, right?”“I know, but I want to be prepared. I don’t want to get fucked by any hard surprises,” she exclaims, looking right at me. She had good round boobs covered with her saree pallu. She had some bag with her and some luggage. I looked at her after intervals and found her more and more attractive. She was not very tall but normally fair. Had her long hair tied on her back. Her thighs were big and thunderous. Her smooth saree was sliding on those thighs giving their outline and shape. She had a big clean shining stomach protruding out from her saree. Her big boobs were resting on the stomach hidden beneath the pallu of. .- As if you were sweet, as if you were. Come on, I'll let you cumming inside.- I can! You let? What if I get you pregnant?- No worries. I let, let.He held my hips, I lifted my ass. Tiago stay over me. It took a time, but he found his way, I felt him touching my lips, the heat of the stick entering the middle, I wet the boy's cock, it kept coming in, I put my head in the felt, squeezing my fingers preparing myself.....The blows came as I expected: insane, heavy... Gross, without any affection,. The perfume changed my mood completely and I was getting attracted to her. She wore a jeans and a kurti with a beautiful golden chain and pendant. She was carrying a brand new iPhone and seemed engrossed in her phone. I looked other way and tried to find some mirror from which I can have a look at her but to my disappointment there was none. Suddenly she asked, ‘Are you in Bangalore from long? You don’t look like a local’. I replied that I have been here for 7 years now and I almost know a lot.