You liked fucking me as much as I liked fucking you." Bobby don't be crude. You know I don't like that word." "You didn't mind using the word fuck whe... you were asking me to bury my cock deeper into you." Well, when people are doing it the word is descriptive, it's used to help lovers convey feelings." You mean it's okay for me to use the word fuck when we are really fucking?" Yes. . .I mean no. . .I mean you aren't supposed to be fucking err doing it to me so there is no time that you should. “I don’t know… My boss is such an arrogant asshole. Somedays I just really want to put him in his place. And then there’s Karen. She’s such a bitch. I bet she’s the one spreading rumors. She’s had it out for me since day one,” she says. “Karen… That bitch,” I say. She laughs. “Oh, you don’t know the half of it.”“Let’s discuss her with a few drinks.”“Good idea,” she says. I head to the kitchen and make us a few drinks and sit down with Kendyll on the couch. “So tell me about this Karen. -"Here it cumzzz, beatch! WOO-HOO!"-and a hot spurt of cum erupted and hit you right in your chin, and a big wave of sperm covered your breasts, flowing down to your belly.-"Fuck, CJ! That was messy!"-you shout.-"F-F-FUCK!"-CJ screams as you suck the head of his sausage dry-"Wow, Betty...Just wow...That was awesome! Sorry me for doing and saying all this nasty stuff to you, but it worths it, right?"-CJ winks to you and smiles with all his yellow teeth.-"CJ, that was hot...Probably too hot for. I shuddered when I walked into Intro to Drama. Ms. Tyrell, a pale-skinned futa with black hair, smiled at me. Her eyes flicked up and down my body. She often found an excuse to fuck girls in the Program to teach “sexual acting.”Maybe she would fuck me.“Ms. Tyrell, I am in need of relief,” I told her. She arched an eyebrow, staring at my bush. “I can see that. You have pussy cream running down your thighs.”“I know!” I said. At the start of all my classes for the week, I could ask for relief. A.