Insolence in the Shower

She grabbed my arm, jolting me, her flawless lavender-pink nails digging into my skin. “Where have you been,” she hissed. The fruity, sugary fragrance of her perfume filled my nostrils. Insolence by Guerlain. As sickeningly sweet as it was, I yearned for it when it was not there. She wrenched me away from what I was doing. Forgotten, my textbook fell to the desk. She forced me to look into her hazel eyes. “You were supposed to meet me ten minutes ago.” Even the way she snarled was alluring, her piercing eyes slanted in disapproval. I watched her hair neatly curve downwards, admiring the way it naturally shined a soft brown in the well-lit study room. “Listen to me!” çankaya escort She stood poised so beautiful, so angry, so delicate. I slowly smiled up at her. “I am listening.” I felt her hold on me tighten; my arm started to fall asleep. The slim, gorgeous girl had a vise-like grip. “We’re going to the bathroom. Now.” She dragged me out of the chair, out of the study room. “But I have to study for finals,” I protested. She glanced daggers at me and I shut up. The bathrooms in the new dorm were huge, with two spacious shower stalls in each. She marched me into one and bolted the door. A white curtain separated keçiören escort the changing area from the shower. She twisted the cold water tap, turning the shower head to point to the wall. Fast streams of water pelted against the fake marble. “I thought you didn’t like getting wet,” I said timidly. She drew the curtain closed. “It’s to hide the noise.” Her aggression seemed to dissipate, and I let my tensed muscles relax, too quickly. It returned in a flash and grabbing my hair she forced me to the floor. She sank down as well, spreading her legs around me. Without a word she lifted her skirt and shoved etimesgut escort my face into her uncovered moist, shaven pussy. At first I didn’t react quickly enough, and she thrust her hips upward. “Lick,” she commanded. My tongue flickered out nervously, catching a taste of her juices and briefly touching the tip of her clitoris. I heard her moan over the thunderous stream of water. I gained confidence, letting my tongue reach out and slide along her pussy lips. My lips encased her mound in warm caress and in response she widened her legs. “More, oh God, make me cum,” she said, her hands both intertwined into strands of my hair, keeping my head pressed against her body. She gyrated her hips, trying to force my tongue into contact with her clit. I slipped my tongue in between her lips instead, pushing deeper into her pussy. My saliva mixing with her juices, her soft inner labia gave way to my tongue, her opening just in my reach. She cried out, her frail body sensitively responding to every stimuli.