My rhythmic thrusts became more forceful, harder and faster. As we made our way out of the lecture hall and walked towards the parking lot, I couldn’t shake the image of Sarah’s ripped skirt and the glimpse of her lacy black underwear from my mind. She stuck the first two fingers of her right hand into her mouth, coating them in her natural lube and hurriedly brought them down to engage with what the left hand had revealed. She wasn’t expecting it, and I felt her hands grip the hair at the back of my head in reaction. She was so beautiful. I felt her hand slide back to grip my thigh, her nails digging into my skin as she pushed herself back against me, her soft cries echoing around the room. I guess I hadn’t really known her since we both started school and she was right about school taking up a lot of time. “Country dancing, huh? A soft yelp of surprise was followed by a quick laugh of glee. With each step, the faint scent of Sarah’s perfume wafted towards me, a delicate and alluring aroma that lingered in the air accompanied by the gentle click of her heels as she walked.
