“Show yourself, asshole!” he shouts.“Very well,” the creature says, stepping from around the corner.“I know you,” Spencer says, recognizin... the broken horn jutting from the side of his head.“You should, you’re the one that did this,” the monster says, rubbing the half-protrusion. “My name is Mactacious, a name that will be whispered on your lips as your dying breath.”“I don’t think so, asshole,” Spencer spats. “You’re nothing but shit sticking to my boots. And another thing,” the man climbs to. "YES, YES ALL OF IT, GIVE IT ALL TO ME, EVERY DROP, OH GODD, OH MY GODDDDDDDD." I came and I just sat there on top of him trying to get every inch of his cock inside of me as he pulsed and throbbed out his sperm. I just sat there on his pole, collecting more of his sperm as well as my thoughts, and tried to remember where we were in the play. Did Ben have the next line or did I?Ben spoke and said, "I think someone is going to miss Junior, isn't she?" He got us back on to our lines. It was then. Fumbling for her keys, she bent down and drew on her cigarette, using the pale orange glow from the burning ember to see the keyhole, and she gasped as she felt a cool hand slide along her bare bottom, her panties having already been ripped into uselessness by Matthew's eager hands. Damp again from the few moments of play in the bathroom stall, her skin sensitive, she shuddered as the cold fingers worked against her mound. Feeling a thick erection pressing against her bottom, she prepared to. She had very short hair, it was blond with black highlights, a gorgeous face, she wore pink lipstick that day, her regular clothes, a black striped suit, which you would rarely see on a woman that beautiful, her tight striped pants gave me a hard on, she wore a purple blouse underneath the jacket and High Heeled strappy black sandals with pantyhose underneath which looked so good on her.She walked in the class and sat down on her computer, for a couple of seconds. Then she got up and walked up.