05-03-2019, 12:46 PM
She was his. His discovery. Her entire new persona was to his credit.
He closed his eyes and wondered how he might have been adventurous. Images flashed of her breast-fucking the professor. Of her head bobbing between his legs. Of her on all fours and the professor mounting her as if she was a bitch in heat. Or perhaps she had been on top. Something.
Each of these visions he conjured up had a different reaction on him. Some made his cock harder. At others he felt deeply emotional and his erection seemed to wilt. He felt the need to revert to a physical release. It had comforted him in the past, it would comfort him today.
When he thought of her doing things to him he felt deprived. She was his; she ought not to do anything for the professor. If he did things, and she reacted like it was a chore, it affected him less. But if she did things to him he could not take it.
He felt tears welling up at the thought of her reaching out for anyone else than himself. She was his!
He quickly turned to a mental image of the professor sucking Nalini between legs and felt better. She could not help anything he did to her.
He felt his cock bulge in his hand and stroked himself. Slow, savoring the pleasure. Faster, as if he was fucking Nalini. Faster still, to bring it all to a happy culmination in which he poured into her, not one spurt wasted in his hands, in his garment. All into her.
He came in torrents at the precise moment he imagined her lower her breasts into his face as she fucked him down hard - a desire mimicked by his fist.
Sunil sobbed out her name as he came in a great thrashing of his body. "Nalini! Nalini! Nalini!" he sobbed out. His cock released huge gobs of cum and overflowed from his hands and soaked his clothes.
Almost immediately his cock wilted and shrank back. Sunil was wracked by sobs as he felt anguish and deep pain at losing the woman he had cultivated. He had not lost her to any one or a competing suitor. He had lost her to the woman's own unleashed sexuality.
He sprawled back in release of sexual tension and his own unexpected emotions when suddenly Nalini appeared on the screen. He was startled. Hurriedly, he gathered himself. She asked, "Yes? Did you call me?"
It brought Sunil back to the present. Fortunately she could not spot what he had exactly been doing because as his need soared Sunil had turned off the camera at his end.
She was now back with him, called back by him. It was as if she had heard the cry of orgasm from his heart. Or had she?
He closed his eyes and wondered how he might have been adventurous. Images flashed of her breast-fucking the professor. Of her head bobbing between his legs. Of her on all fours and the professor mounting her as if she was a bitch in heat. Or perhaps she had been on top. Something.
Each of these visions he conjured up had a different reaction on him. Some made his cock harder. At others he felt deeply emotional and his erection seemed to wilt. He felt the need to revert to a physical release. It had comforted him in the past, it would comfort him today.
When he thought of her doing things to him he felt deprived. She was his; she ought not to do anything for the professor. If he did things, and she reacted like it was a chore, it affected him less. But if she did things to him he could not take it.
He felt tears welling up at the thought of her reaching out for anyone else than himself. She was his!
He quickly turned to a mental image of the professor sucking Nalini between legs and felt better. She could not help anything he did to her.
He felt his cock bulge in his hand and stroked himself. Slow, savoring the pleasure. Faster, as if he was fucking Nalini. Faster still, to bring it all to a happy culmination in which he poured into her, not one spurt wasted in his hands, in his garment. All into her.
He came in torrents at the precise moment he imagined her lower her breasts into his face as she fucked him down hard - a desire mimicked by his fist.
Sunil sobbed out her name as he came in a great thrashing of his body. "Nalini! Nalini! Nalini!" he sobbed out. His cock released huge gobs of cum and overflowed from his hands and soaked his clothes.
Almost immediately his cock wilted and shrank back. Sunil was wracked by sobs as he felt anguish and deep pain at losing the woman he had cultivated. He had not lost her to any one or a competing suitor. He had lost her to the woman's own unleashed sexuality.
He sprawled back in release of sexual tension and his own unexpected emotions when suddenly Nalini appeared on the screen. He was startled. Hurriedly, he gathered himself. She asked, "Yes? Did you call me?"
It brought Sunil back to the present. Fortunately she could not spot what he had exactly been doing because as his need soared Sunil had turned off the camera at his end.
She was now back with him, called back by him. It was as if she had heard the cry of orgasm from his heart. Or had she?
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