I effortlessly lifted her tiny body and laid her down across my blotter. Indian sex video I’m sure you don’t remember, but I’d had this terrible crush on one of the football players – funny, I can’t even remember his name now – and when he brutally turned me down you were the one who told me to forget him, that he wasn’t worthy of my attention. So what sort of art do you do?”
She blushed again slightly. It made me instantly hard. “No, It’s ok. If you’d be open to it, I’d love to do a portrait of you. 2 minutes later we were schmoozing in the crowd again trying to pretend as if nothing had happened. There were sculptures too. She smelled like Lilacs and Lavender and WOMAN. I relentlessly hammered her, reveling in the expressions on her face. So what sort of art do you do?”
She blushed again slightly. Hell, I had several hundred students this year alone. They were simply amazing. She held me still, refusing to let me thrust any more. “Wow, I guess I never suspected you’d be so nicely…” her words trailed off as her lips parted over the head of my tool and took me deeply into her incredibly warm mouth.
