"You are so horny right now, Asha," I said, feeling her plump boobs in my hands while she moved her hips on my lap, grinding her soaked pussy over my dick through her thin panties. Her breasts were soft and heavy, overflowing my palms, nipples hard and dark against my fingers as I squeezed them firmly, rolling the peaks between my thumbs and forefingers.
"I can't control myself… I haven't felt like this ever," she said, voice trembling with need, hips rolling faster, the wet fabric of her panties sliding along my shaft, leaving a slick trail of her juices.
"Don't you have a boyfriend who taught you these things?" I asked, pinching her nipple hard, tugging it outward until she gasped, making her arch her back and push her tit deeper into my hand.
"No… ahh… I just focused on my studies to give my mother a good life," she said, breaking into my arms, clinging to me tighter, face buried in my neck, breath hot and fast against my skin. "I didn't want to waste time on all these things."
