“See.” He loosened his grip as he smiled. “What did I tell you?” I watched his hands as they went for his belt. The wide leather, and heavy buckle gave me the shakes. Doubled in his hand it was even worse. His left hand pushed me to Carlos’ couch where he sat down and I stood standing over him. Over his lap, my cunt began to cream, and I could hardly keep my p***y from grinding into his leg.
Slipping a finger under my juice-soaked panties, he drew them down my ass so slowly I thought they’d never find my knees; but the feeling was heaven. Such deliberate torture churned my stomach with each second waiting.
“This what you want?”
“Yes, yes it is,” I could do nothing but murmur.
I suppose my audience was staring, but I really didn’t give a damn. They were students in my naughty game, and
