" "Ladies, meet Jack Hart, the boy of mystery. Behind that innocent face is he a silver-tongued charmer, is he a sex addict packing ten inches of love...aker, or is he just a bookworm waiting to be loved? Is he Jack Hart or Jack Hartbreaker? Ladies, you can find out? Does he look like he needs somebody to break him in? Remember that on Monday he will be going back to school, why no give him a story to tell his friends about Joseph Locke students being the friendliest in the country? Or that our. She hears the heavy breathing and moaning escaping her lips and she feels so alive. She wants to beg him to continue, to hit harder, to treat her like the pain slut she is, but she refrains. Until he suddenly stops, she doesnt say anything but her frustrated whimper gives away her disappointment. She can feel his hot breath on her neck as he whispers in her ear. You are a filthy slut, my fuckmeat, he is getting into her head and it is driving her wild with pleasure, just not enough to the point. Ten inches of pure bliss. Dean grabbed me by the hair again and yanked me up. He started kissing on my neck and biting me hard from behind. He played with my tits, pulling and pinching my nipples until they felt sore. Damon lifted my face to his and kissed me, our tongue's dancing. He leaned down, grabbed my thighs, and hoisted me up. I wrapped my legs around him. I could feel his cock against my cunt. I trembled as he started to push it in. It felt so big and I felt so full. He thrusts it in. .really ?" she muttered while starting to rub faster. I held it for a bit but then just couldn't hold again. I spurt out all out again. She left and started to prepare breakfast leaving me out like I was dead wood. I had a deadwood but I wasn't dead. She had calmed down my dick twice in last 30 mins. I went back inside and waited for the breakfast. It was after full hour when she came inside the tent and said,"Hey, it is ready. Even break too" she said while taking out few stuffs of her.