‘Let’s go, playboy!’ Carmen hollered. We hopped inside the car and hit downtown while listening to her CD. It was mostly R&B with a nice blend o... hip-hop and soul. Her music moved me, and I really enjoyed it. I felt Carmen would not only succeed on looks, but also on her God-giving talents. We ended up going to her penthouse on the 90th floor of the Trump World Tower. In the master bedroom, we gave each other massages. All the soft and aggressive touching made us both horny. My dick was so hard. Soon I was lapping enthusiastically at her starfish, feeling it begin to gently loosen and wink, welcoming my probing tongue into its pungent depths. And it was not long before Daphne’s rendering of Puccini had degenerated into squeals of anticipatory ecstasy, and I could tell she was approaching yet another orgasm.Mimì clearly could tell it too – but she didn’t want that yet. “Signorina, fottimi il culo con questo gran’ cazzo!” she spat, as saliva dribbled down her chin and she ripped off her. “Yes, Sir” I said.“You look plugged, is it fanny or arse?”“Arse.”“As usual or is it a special occasion?”“Special occasion, I had to let the postman fuck me.”“Well, blow me,” said Steve. “And Alan wants me to finish you off.”He paused. Then he spoke to the man.“Say, do you want to fuck her arse first?”He looked nervous and after looking at his girlfriend declined. Steve didn’t mind, he just upended me over the counter, pulled the plug and stuck his prick up my arse. Then he fucked me till he. Taking a deep breath, you bend over again. You can feel the skirt riding up to mid-thigh, allowing a glance of your stocking tops without effort. Looking over your shoulder you can see a couple of the boys bending down to get a better view and, judging by the smiles on their faces, they are successful. The dark stockings, the dark skirt, provide a great contrast to your white ass and legs, and it would be obvious even to a naive observer that this teacher is neither wearing panties nor bra. .