My left hand was on her breast. I receded for a moment and found Renuka’s eyes gleaming. I kept my left arm’s pressure light as a feather and circled her milky boobs, slowly making all the way to the nipples.Then I got aggressive and kissed her lips as hard as I could and as fast as I could. I pressed her boobs so hard that she couldn’t control and let a soft moan. I pushed her on the sofa, still sucking her lips and pressing her boobs vigorously.Slowly, I moved down kissing her chin and her neck and to her cleavage. I kissed her boobs and slid my hand under her tank top. God! It felt so soft and fluffy.She flinched and increased her moans as I softly pinched her right nipple with my thumb and forefinger.Then I receded and looked at her. She was ready to go all the way, and her eyes asked for more. I removed my shirt and her tank top. Yes, she wore bra or slip or anything beneath. As I undressed her, her boobs fell down from the grip of that tight T and she gave a naughty smile – a. There was no touch or sensation, just a faint ruffling as he moved. I had no idea what was happening. He made me wait. He knew that the anticipation and suspense would only heighten my sensuality. He was about to initiate me into the deliciously seductive world of sensual abandon.I felt the varnished wood of the old desk pressing against my buttocks, my hands gripped the edge tightly for support, I was trembling all over, my erect cock standing rigid with it’s swollen purple head now adorned by a clear drop of my pre-ejacular fluid. I waited, trying to take deep breaths.Then it started. At first the most delicate, light slide of his warm, wet tongue across the very tip, gently licking the single drop of clear viscous fluid into his mouth.Silence.“You taste sweet, young man,” he said very quietly.I didn’t move, I was hardly breathing. My eyes were tightly shut. Waiting. Wondering. Trembling. And so fucking turned on I would have done anything he told me to.But he remained silent. He.
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