Is action se chachee ne uttejit hokar apnne choot chaudi kar lee aur mera lund andar kar diya aur gaand matka matka kar lund andar bahar karne lagee. ...AB woh seedhee hokar mere lund ki sawari kar rahee the, to mujhe apni unglee gaand ke chhed se bahar nikalna padee. Mein unke boobs ko masal raha tha berahamee se. Chachee ‘hhan haan mere Vicky bete, kitne din ho gaye na, chode jao’ kah kar mere lund par jor jor se uchak rahee the, to kabhee unke boobs phisal kar mere hathon se nikal jate aur. I didn't waste time trying to guess her thinking - good luck on that! It would be easier to wait until she told me in a few hours.I resumed my studying, which went pretty much as usual. The sole exception was that I encountered a problem that I couldn't find an easy solution to. It didn't appear to be critical, so I just left a textbook as a flag outside Prof's bedroom and carried on.When the pajama-clad Prof arrived, I explained the problem to him, and he explained the solution. It wasn't. The last glob of cum escaped her pussy as she cried out in ecstasy, her own juices semi-squirting out of her, soaking my face and dribbling down my chin onto my shirt. She was shaking, her whole body orgasming, I grabbed her buttocks hard, they felt so nice, quivering in my hands, my mouth clamped to her pulsating pussy. Her convulsions slowed as she caught her breath, releasing her grip on my head.I remained kneeling at her feet looking up at the expression changing in on her face from. I again felt the sensation of your hand near my panties again, and it took all I had in me not to press my hips back just the slightest amount. I could feel your eyes watching me, waiting for me to move again. To my disbelief your fingers drew even closer, but still managed to not touch me. I groaned in frustration quietly, but still did not move back. My fingers curled into fists against the wall, displaying the will it was using me to not push back. I listened to you chuckle as you rewarded.