I moved my other hand from behind her, sliding it down across her back and placed it on her alluringly ample ass. She moved her hand into my pocket an...d started rubbing my dick. I started pressing her ass and boobs with my hands. We both were getting in the mood so we almost forgot about our surroundings, as I playfully pinched her nipple.The hot lady Mahima could not control herself and bit my chest. I was surprised and almost let out a yelp but then I just shouted, “Hey motherfucker, who is. I didn’t know anyone well enough to sit next to them, so I chose the first space that was open. The teacher disregarded the starting bell, meandering around the classroom instead, collecting little piles here and there. A few minutes later she seemed placated and turned to us.“I assume everyone is here for photography?” Her voice was very soft and quiet. I couldn’t tell if it was stern, dispassionate, or what.Once the universal murmurs dissipated, she spoke again.“Good. A show of hands, please:. As I was half way out of the door, Melissa laughed loudly and then shouted at me.“That’s all I ever wanted. To be taken like that. To be fucked hard. Used. Forced to be your wanton slut. I never wanted you to ask me if I wanted to be fucked.”I paused, slowly taking in her harsh words.“You had all that potential, but deep down, you were too nice, Richard. Just-too-nice.”Suddenly, her words didn’t hurt anymore; the ones that she uttered and those that she left me pondering over all those years. She was feeling even more turned on than she had the night Bobby Evans had fucked her in the same place in the park.The voice had a familiarity about it, but she couldn’t remember where or when she had heard it before, but it didn’t matter. It wasn’t the voice, it was what her body was doing to her.Even as she felt the guy get off the bench and move between her legs, pushing her dress up to expose her naked pussy to the night, she found herself lifting her hips so he could push it back under.