I suck on her body with all my might. Her toes get so wet with my saliva as I lick each one, and then lick between them. "Good slave!" she says. "Now...lick my feet." I obediently begin lapping the top of her foot with my tongue like a dog, and she starts to moan. The sound of her moan gets me hot, and I lick longer and harder, wetting her foot. She grabs the back of my hair and pushes my head onto her feet. "You're a good slave, but not good enough yet," she teases. Heather then moves over and. “Please,” she moans, “please Master, please touch me.” Her need has become an ache. Her nipples are painfully erect and she rocks back and forth, dragging them across the rough wood of the chair back. She feels herself unfolding, begging to be touched. “Oh my god, Master, please touch me,” she begs. His hands move to her wetness and he spreads her wide. He dips his tongue into her, tasting her for the first time. He pulls his tongue away and she gasps. She strains back against the chair and the. Brad was looking over her shoulder watching the road, and watching the side mirror for any upcoming cars. His daughter’s pussy was divine. She started rocking back and forth on his thick shaft. Her pussy juice was rolling down his balls and onto the seats. She rode his thick shaft hard and fast. Every time she was close to cumming, she would back off and then speed up again after she relaxed. She loved edging herself closer to orgasm over and over again, before finally exploding. She knew her. I was really trying not to think about penises. As I walked down the sidewalk toward the cafeteria at lunch, thinking about cocks despite trying not to, I noticed a group of three girls staring at me and giggling; I realized that I was completely hard and that I had to be stretching my shorts considerably. I smiled at them and they smiled back as they walked past. Now that's what I'm talking about, I thought to myself. I swiveled my head around to appreciate their asses as they walked.