He laid me down and stuck his index finger inside of me. Indian sex As his hands slid down, my heart rate went up.
I tried to keep it in, but I let out a slight moan. He never wants to talk to me after class. “Fuck me doggie!” I screamed. He ran his fingers along the lace of my bra, as he reached into it to feel my bare skin. He slid his thick, warm hand up the front of my shirt and felt my breast. In and out, forward and back. I closed it like he asked as went back over to his desk.
“Do you have your agenda?”
“Yeah, it’s in my bag,” I said uncertain.
