I, stuck for something to do, refastened her trousers – for which I was rewarded by Mariana’s shaky sigh – and kissed her. XXX But now you come upstairs, and, well. A text from Mariana. The back wall is a set of tall, thin windows separated by solid concrete pillars. My hands couldn’t get enough of just her curves – they slid and squeezed her backside, her waist, her stomach, her breasts. She glared at me. Very quickly this progressed, and before I realised it I was sinking three fingers into her, using my other hand to paint her nipples with her own pussy juices, pulling and tweaking on them and coming dangerously close to orgasm myself as I ground hard up against her gorgeous firm rump. “We do have lectures in about ten minutes.”
She chuckled. It didn’t look difficult – just a matter of optimisation. Two minutes later I got another text.
