Her feet were so soft, a little wide, with perfect soles and those hot tapered toes. I massaged her feet for a few minutes and then tickled them a lit...tle which she giggled while we talked. My cock grew harder and harder especially after I was tickling her feet a little. She felt the hardness under my jeans and began to run her toes over my hard cock which was still in my jeans. My cock grew so hard I could barely contain them in my jeans and she finally said "do you want to let him out?". It was really too bad, because her brief consideration of this option had already had an effect on her intimate physiology. She could feel the resulting wetness in her panties, which were now clinging against her pussy. It was a nice feeling, though, and in its own way it made her feel less nervous while she compulsively reviewed her state capitals and multiplication tables one more time, the hint of wetness down there was a soothing reminder that life is not all in the brain. Prachee’s heart. She smiles shyly and enters and tells me her name is Nina. I introduce you to her and you cannot keep your eyes off of her very large breasts. It is warm in the studio and you like to be nude so you stand there and she is looking at you up and down. She turns to me and since I only have my black lacy panties on, she asks if she has interrupted something between us. I reassure her that no, she did not and that she was just the diversion that we needed. I invite. God she felt good. My cock slammed repeatedly into her pussy as she rose and fell in rhythm with me. Her hands went to my ass and pulled me into her. My hands went into the crack of her ass and it felt like a wet, syrupy mess in her butt crack; she was putting out a lot of juice. My middle finger found her asshole again and slipped in to the first knuckle without even trying.“YES! Omigod omigod omigod omigod…”Suddenly she stopped moving and stopped breathing. Grimacing with her teeth clenched.