Yeah. I had a feeling this would end up like this. It isn’t such a big deal. But my period is what makes the trouble.Me: Okay. But you know, I can�...t hold this decision for long. I mean, picking you for the job.Do you have a boyfriend? Have you ever done this before?Swetha: Yeah. I had.Me: So you know things. Right? If you accept it, we’ll make it tonight.Swetha: Sir, I’m feeling embarrassed.Me: I told you to call me by name. Take it easy. Let’s see whether it works. If not let’s drop it.Swetha:. More and more it left a trail from Matthew's face down to his pubs. He was grunting, squeezing his eyes, and grinding his ass now into the mattress. He looked like someone had just cracked a dozen eggs on his chest and belly. Later, I would learn that it was indeed a huge load – no-one on the football team shot as much as Matthew. (those stories later, lol)When he was finally done, and all this juice was now dripping down his rib cage, he slung the bit of cum off his right fist onto his belly.. "Oh, God... God, it's a mistake. Wrong! Oh, God... God!" she cried as the virile young shaft of hopelessly excited cock-flesh tore into her, stretching the slick walls of her hungry vagina and plunging deep into its seething depths. She didn't understand how he happened to be there instead of Ward Murdock, but all that was unimportant for the moment. The important thing now was what was done and what her lust-driven mind wanted done. The head of his massive adolescent cock smacked hard against. Rachel held her in place with an angered expression on her face. "Listen you little slut, Vlad has more to worry about then satisfying your nympho needs." Rachel reached into Lisa's panties and stuck three fingers into her pussy keeping her other hand firmly around her neck. Lisa gasped and moaned loudly. "You keep your fucking legs closed til master is ready for you, do you understand me?" Rachel said firmly. "Yes mistress". Rachel removed her hand from Lisa's panties and released her throat..