She walked over to me. And she stood in front of me. She said nothing for a minute. And then she spoke."Come on. Don't be a chicken. I'm not gonna tel...l nobody," She said."You really want me to do this? And then what happens?" I finally said.She stood there, looking at me, her face red. And she didn't answer for a second. And then she spoke."Well, I don't know. I guess, um, we'll see?" she said. And she backed off.I made a decision in a split second. I stood up, and without a word, staring her. She had posters of famous and not so famous rockers, like Madonna, Gwen Stefani, and Liz Phair. The room had that wonderful feminine smell. She had a half full box of tampons on her bureau and several wrappers next to them. For some reason this caused me to spring an instant hard-on. I opened her drawers until I found what I had been looking for - her panties. To my great joy, she had a surprisingly refined taste in feminine undergarmentry. Most of her panties were various shades of pink,. She wanted more. She desperately wanted, no, needed to be used to a point where her brain shut down all but automotive responses. She wanted it to be something that happened more than once.Out of sympathy, she knelt between Chris’s parted knees, took him into her mouth and sucked him until his seed flooded over her tongue. She swallowed, making a show for him of swallowing and smiling as she did it and then sticking out her tongue to show him his come had completely gone. It was enough. She. His hand slid into her panties, stroking her bare, shaved skin. Then his finger searched for her clit, running over her pussy lips.Tvisha could feel her clit becoming engorged, hard and sensitive to his touch. She started to moan and Kshitiz used his other hand to cover her mouth, smothering her moans as his finger continued to stroke her clit. Back and forth, up and down, caressing, teasing and playing with it.His hand and fingers moved farther down into her jeans. Pushing them down off her.