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After some time, I placed my hand over her boobs and pressed lightly, then she took my hand and placed inside her churidar.I was scared but she held my hand tightly and touched her bare skin, she was hot and I placed my hand over her nipple and pinched lightly between my fingers, she was moving a little bit and I took my hand out.I was waiting for my day, during next study leave, only 3 of us were in the group study. After having lunch, we 3 were sitting in front of the desktop computer and reading, one of my friends told like she feels sleepy and slept on the floor.We both were silent. I placed my hand on her back, she responded me well, and I placed my hand directly over her boobs and pressed hard. She leans over the table and acted like sleeping. I constantly pressed her boobs and hip. Suddenly, she started kissing me over my face constantly.I felt happy and placed a kiss on her back by holding her boobs. Then, I placed my hand on her inner thigh, she moaned lightly and went out. Did I even notice the black and gold heels before now. Those legs, well of course she’d have dynamite legs, she’s a dancer. When she turned to leave the office her skirt hugged her backside like it was painted on. The dark eyes bored into me making me very nervous, they were both warm and inviting, and blatantly challenging at the same time. When she tossed her hair over her shoulder, it was as if it happened in slow motion. I shook my head scattering the thoughts. I went into the bedroom and picked up the card, where I’d emptied my pockets earlier. The card was for her business. On the back she’d written the name and address of the club and below that in neat script VIP guest of Mona Lisa. I quirked a smile at the name. I looked over my shoulder at the clock on my nightstand, half past seven. I looked back at myself in the dresser mirror. I was in good shape for an office dweller, no gray tinting the light brown hair yet, and thankfully it was all still there. All that and a drop.
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