I...mmmph!” Plumping up further, the sound of tearing is heard through your speakers as you see the shirt’s very seams now strain against her grow...ng bulk. Her legs attempt to spread more to make room for her growing gut, but as you watch you can see she’s grown too big. Her belly spreads closer to her knees, her entire body seems to be raising slightly as her thighs and ass gain more mass, or so you theorize. Plump and round as ever, her breasts are surprisingly still quite round despite. Then again, you know that "rumors" is probably not the best word for it; despite intercourse being strictly banned under the rules - as any respectable institution would - you've personally encountered a few instances of frantic kissing, muffled moaning, and heavy petting in your time at school. Changing rooms, abandoned lecture halls, the back of the training equipment sheds - if you dared to venture, you know you'd find at least a pair of students engaged in some form of quick nookie, in a. I caressed both lunds with my hand and without waiting next order of my Master I opened my mouth and took his entire lund into my mouth. This was necessary because whores do this as a first step of fucking. Master caught my head with his one hand and started in and out in my mouth. I was keeping my lips shut and my tongue in closed contact of his lund. “hay salli chuddakr randi meri chamiya tu to lund chusne ki bhee expert hai. Choos meri jaan aur choos, sali randi. Aaj main pihile tujhe apna. I liked her eyes best in the morning when they were heavy lidded and soft…when she was soft…and warm…and yielding. She was drier in the morning, hotter too – internally I mean. At night she’d get real wet and wild, fucking Jolene after the sun went down seemed to be as much a contest, or a battle, as a coupling. At night she was demanding, insistent – she knew what she wanted (hell she knew what I wanted too) and she got it…more often then not. But damn, in the morning, pretty much every.