He closed the door and locked it slowly.‘It wasn’t enough, you said?’ he questioned so calmly as he unbuttoned his shirt.‘No, it wasn’t. I a...m so sore. I want you to give it to me hard,’ I answered shyly as I sat on his desk.He tossed his shirt away and took off his jeans. He was so relaxed and yet I was burning up inside. I wanted to feel his dick in me and wanted him to screw me so hard.Suddenly, he pulled me to the edge and pushed his books off the desk. He stuck his tongue in my mouth and. Main dana dan Sushmita kee choot men apna lund thelne laga. Ab Sushmita bhi puri masti men aa chuki thi. Wo uttejna ke maare badbadaane lagi thi. “Are saale aaj tumhaare lund ko kya ho gaya hai? Jor jor se dhakke maar na. Saale aurrrrr kass ke chod. Hayyyy jjjallddiii jallddi dhhhakke mmaar. Puree ttakkkat se apppna llaannd mmmeerrree ccchhut meennn thhhheel salle. Auur jaaldiii jalldiii dhhakkkkee marrr.” Sushmita kee uttejit aawaaj se meree uttejna bhi aur badhtee ja rahee thee aur main uskee. But that small doubt was easily drown in a sea of imagined fucking and sucking she and I had already shared in fantasy as well as the pictures we’d shared of each other in various sexual activities. My mind was swimming in this sea as I sent my carry-on through the x-ray machine and walked barefoot through the metal detector. I had forgotten my belt and buckle was setting the damn thing off, so now I had to be “wanded”. The TSA agent was a chubby younger man with a pale complexion and ginger. You're more of a man than I'd realized." I was standing in front of her, completely naked, my hands in hers, terrified that she would tell my parents or punish me on some way. I was still blushing, and shaking. "Aww, sweetie, it's all right. You're not in trouble, okay? I love what you were doing, really. In fact, I do it to."I was shocked! I thought I was a dirty freak, and I had no idea a woman would touch herself like that. "You do?" I asked."Mm-hmm," she said, "but not quite like you. Would.