They all smile at me. I have white skin that is beautiful to them. I am tall and always wear heels to work. All childhood was involved in sports and the figure remained quite taut, despite the roundness in the thighs and breasts, which acquired with the university.
26 pairs of eyes are looking at me. I am in tight jeans with big blue eyes (which is also unusual and attractive for them) and with a neckline. It is a little embarrassing that they look right into this piquant cut, but it flatters me a little.
A couple late guy. He asks for permission to enter. Sits near my desk, as there is no more room. He carefully writes down a couple of everything that I say, asks questions about the country and the subject. Every time he asks something, I get distracted by thinking about what a soft and melodious voice he has.
After 30 minutes, we became friends with the group and I relaxed a bit. They said that I took their entrance exam and they remember me from that moment on. We started talking about how local people differ from where they come from. I find out that young men who sit in front of me never had a woman ... I realize that right now at least half of the members are in the audience. And each of them would not refuse me to try. From this thought I'm a little excited. The guy next to me notices this and says softly so that only I can hear. “I like your smell ....... ... is it an orange? ”
Yes. My perfume with orange. But we both understood what he was talking about.
He continues to write notes, looking at me, but I can no longer restrain myself and consider his muscles, which can not be hidden with a white coat. I consider a lock of black hair that curls behind the ear and try not to blush.
The pair is over. Students put books on my desk and leave the office. He alone remained.
He asks how to write my name correctly in Russian. I take the chalk and drive on the board until it almost stands behind me. I can feel his breath. I feel like a young male breathes in my back. But not for me. I turn to him and he removes a strand of my hair from my forehead with the tip of my fingers. (What kind of cinema reception is this. I never thought it worked!)
I am embarrassed by this movement. He sees it and smiles. Then he notices the chalk that fell from my board on my chest. Without saying a word, he gently blows it away. I can feel his breath on my chest. He is too close for me to say no. He is young, sexy, excited and he had no woman before me.
I look into his deep black eyes, and with soft fingers he takes me by the waist and presses me to me.
I feel that he rests a member of my thigh. My jeans are soaked. I give up.
His tongue slips into my mouth. I can't keep track of his hands. They are everywhere. On my back, in my hair, under my sweater ... He doesn't let me breathe ... God, how hungry he is ... how he needs a woman ...
He takes me by the warm tender breasts, pulls out of the bra and presses his lips to her nipples, forcing me to moan and bite my lips. Everything should be quiet. No one should hear us.
He sucks on one nipple, then the other, unbuttoning his jeans.
Takes my hand and puts it on an agitated and strong bolt. Yayaya ... I'm shocked how quickly I was with my bare chest and his strong cock in my hand. He does not allow me to come to his senses and kisses his lips again, studying me with his tongue. It goes down the neck, leaving small bites. I first can not understand why he bites me all the more painful ...
But so he tries not to moan. He is pleased by my finger movements.
“Kneel down” and I dutifully kneel before him. He opens his mouth to me with his thumb and slips it into his mouth. He touches my soft tongue with his finger, and at this moment he pulls out his penis with his second hand.
An hour and a half ago, I didn’t even know him, and now I humbly accept his stand in my mouth and give him all my love and tenderness.
He gently touches the head of my lower lip and I feel the taste of his lubricant. He slides deeper and here is his plump and poured head in my tongue. I want to lick like candy. Like ice cream on a summer day. Enjoy every touch of the tongue. I look up at him: he looks at me and smiles. He likes my position. He takes me by the scruff of the neck and inserts it deeper into my throat. I gasp in surprise and try to cough, but he does not let go of me, but only continues to fuck me roughly in the throat. Tears flow from my eyes, but it gets him even more.
But he does not stop at blowjob. Carefully lifts me off the floor and stretches my jeans. He's great at doing this without taking his eyes off my eyes.
What is his warm palm. He turns me back to himself, so that it is more convenient for him to caress me. Kisses on the neck, and I continue to massage his wiry dick.
He tilts me over the desk and lowers the jeans with panties off my ass. Apparently, he doesn’t care about the noise, if he allows himself to loudly slap my ass.
Sharply and deeply, he drove me a member to the limit. I thought I felt his stomach ... I firmly squeezed him and felt my juice running down my thighs. Then he lost control. He growled, running his fingers through my hair, and grabbing my throat. He moaned, pounding as deeply as possible and wrapping around my soft big breast ... and I whined like a bitch, ending time after time from his jolts.
He let me in my mouth, and I swallowed everything, to the last drop. “Every drop is valuable” as he said.