Leave her to squirm

It's not an easy thing to do to leave the pretty Indian exchange student laying there, but she'd still be there when I return and by then both she and I would be even hornier.

“Sleep well, Miss Kapadia.” Her look of surprised disbelief when she realized that I wasn't going to fuck her turns to alarm.

“Sir, aren't you going to use me?” Her hips rock against the mattress and her arms pull futilely but she is securely tied, and she knows it. “Please, you can do anything you want to me ... I can't stop you.”

“Mmmm, that sounds tempting.” I had to turn away to hide the bulge that was tenting my trousers painfully. “It would be wrong of me to take advantage of you that way.”

“But I want you to, Sir!” Riya's eyes are filling with tears, “I want you to be the man that makes me a woman.”

“We'll see.” I smile at her gently as I start to close the door. “Try to get some rest, you have classes tomorrow.” Riya's whimpering moan was loud enough that I could easily hear it through the thin door. I almost turned back, but one of the advantages of being sixty is that I don't have to let my hormones rule my actions.

Don't get me wrong. There is no doubt in my mind that I'm going to pop this slender coed's cherry and then bring her to a mind-blowing orgasm that she will never forget. There's this common theme in erotic stories where virgins are deflowered that by being the one who first claims them, the man makes a permanent claim on her for the rest of her life.

While I suspect this trope is largely bullshit, it is an appealing notion and one that I plan to do my best to make true. Riya's been on the edge of an orgasm probably since I laid my belt across her ass cheeks when she was bent over the kitchen counter. If I play my cards right, I'm going have her screaming out in climax with my cock deep inside her oh so tight pussy.