CHAPTER FIVE
As Cindy entered his small apartment her legs were already shaking, her heart pounding wildly, her p***y twitching with dreamy anticipation. The old plaid shirt reached below her crotch, it had served its purpose. Curt had left his clothes behind the library, he had slipped into his pants and shirt for the walk across campus to his place, and now she was in it, the door was locked, and she knew she was going to get her very first f**k!
She had left her handbag in the delivery van, she had nothing with her except her hungry body and her shivery cunt. And it really needed attention--she was drippy with fun juice! She saw the half-opened door of his rest room and rushed toward it, slipping quickly inside. Removing the shirt, she looked in the mirror and almost gasped.
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