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”Ali’s brow furrowed.“I don’t know how to play bridge,” I said, grinning.Ali leaned forward and chomped on my nipple. That jerked me half-upright, gasping. “Ah ow weird boner, weird boner!” I cried out as my cock slapped her thigh. She kissed my aching nipple a moment later, then grumbled.“You humans and your dead things are bad enough, now you’re showing me up! Me!” She sounded quite cross. Hurt, even. Like if Usain Bolt had met a paraplegic that had just run the four minute mile in three.I shook my head. “Ali, I didn’t see through his telepathic facade. I didn’t even try. I was watching his face. He has a shitty poker face.”“I thought it was bridge...” She furrowed her brow, her ears perking up. “Wait, can you see my face right now?”I nodded.She squeaked and looked like she was trying to school her expression. But she couldn’t hide the slow, wicked grin that was spreading across her lips. “You can read faces. You can read faces! You can read faces!”“ ... yeah?” I asked.She grabbed. I have been in good talking terms with her since last 3 semesters and while she was leaving I just popped on her way. Let me describe a bit of her. She was in her early 20’s. Being 5’7” feet tall with slender legs, she was perfectly adorable. My measurements are not that good but her curves suited her perfect. Her dressing always focused on her curves but too decently. Being a girl from Lucknow, she was a bit conservative in her nature and she was just friendly to 2 or 3 girls in the college. Even I had a real hard time starting conversation with her as I spoiled her file and she was real mad at me but then I totally used my soft corner and we both reworked on her assignments and that’s how we got into talking terms.PART I —- She was just shy to accept.—-So, now let’s get back to the situation when she is leaving the function and I have popped in at her way out.Me: You leaving too soon ?She: Yeah. Have to reach home in order to get things done for the coming practical.Me: The.
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