He stood back surveying me, naked from the waist up, my dress bunched-up exposing my long legs, as I held it high, waiting for him to enjoy my fruits,...given so willingly and freely in my heat, he stepped into me and we kissed full on the mouth.I was grinding against him as he fumbled with his belt and trousers, my arms thrown around his neck, my emptiness yearning to be fulfilled, as I ground my pubes into his, and felt him slid his erection between my legs, 'Are you in' I asked him. Material is not allowed in my school! You're a whore, Stephanie!" Mr Dawson-" I'll be writing to your parents about this, Stephanie. Do you think your father will be proud to hear that you've been looking at naked women?!" he asks, walking over towards me. He grabbs my knee and throws it to the side of the bed so my legs are now spread wide. "Do you think he'd be proud that you were getting wet to these women?!" he demands now, placing a hand on my exposed pussy. It's dripping from the pictures. Suddenly I smelled that odor again. Her odor. She was excited! I mean ... that way ... you know ... like last night."It says that semen has all these things in it that are good for your skin. They actually say you should rub it in!" Her whisper was really loud and I shushed her, looking anxiously at the door.She looked too. "They won't hear anything. A bomb wouldn't wake them up. I dropped a pan in the kitchen one night and it was loud enough to wake the dead and they slept right through it.". He grabbed the back of her head and pulled her away. “No, not like that,” he groaned, and picked her up and impaled her on his rod and drove himself into her over and over again. “Harder,” Clare cried, “harder, faster, more” He pumped for all he was worth pushing her up against the wall and holding her motionless with his hands on her back. She wrapped her arms around his neck and started lifting herself up and down to increase the friction. He looked her in the eyes and leaned in and took.