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She looked very sensuous on her desk blindfolded, craning her neck, her mouth puffing breaths. Her breast flopping, fingers gripping my wrists tightly... while my sweaty hands fought to hold her bouncing hips, her legs squeezing me in a soft vise as I eagerly took her.Finally breaking under the pleasure, she screamed. “Ohhhmygod fucking the court, oh shit...your fucking Justice!”Why yes I was dammit; and enjoying it very much. Her sudden out burst triggered my own eruption and my cock flexed hard. I set my whisky down too and put my arms around her. I held her to me and just enjoyed being in her arms.Neither of us wanted to be the first to let go, so we stayed like that for a very long time. Finally, I reached back to take her hand and moved away, breathing deeply.”Rithika,” I started, not sure what to say. I wanted to tell her that I wanted her desperately. She kissed me again, as if she didn’t know what to say either. This time, she kissed my face, my neck and shoulders.”Malathi, Mam,”. More

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