Her juices, warm and sticky flowed like an endless river, gushing from within, coating my hands, trickling down fingers that sought to extract every last ounce of her delightful juice. Our heroin Malathi alias Mala narrates the incidents that had taken place between her and her young student of the English department at the University in the small sleepy temple town of Chidambaram 200 kms away from Chennai. Hindi sex Breathing so deep, so erratic, her chest heaving, feet clamped to the floor, as my fingers slid back and forth, toying with her clit, feeling the walls of her wet slit. Louder and louder the noises grew, passion amassed an army of lust just waiting for the signal to unleash all of its wondrous power. My mouth kissed the surface of her thigh, teeth clenching at the panties, pulling them and letting them snap back against her body. My fingers teased, stroked and entered the moistness of her fleshy folds, letting every movement that occurred cause wondrous sensations that burnt deep into her soul.
