Feeling the last of his spunk leave his body, he leaned over me, kissing all the way up my spine, while he caressed and pulled on my nipples. ‘Fuck,...Anna, that was so good, I want to fuck you again, show you the many different positions there are,’ then slipped out of me and leant back so he could see my ass and cunt, his cock still semi-hard.As he put two fingers on each side of my labia, he opened me up to him. He could see his cum leaking out of me with my juices and a trace of blood which. Then she pulled some gangsta rap thing on me out of the blue.“Talk to the hand, asshole. I’m not listening.” Then she stormed off and I didn’t see her again the rest of the day.Shit! Just when I thought I might have a handle on my life. I hate this fucking school. I should just kill myself. Why do I have all this drama? I’m an artist, not an actor, Jim.I went back to my dorm room and cut Art Orientation. I stripped, crawled in bed, and pulled the covers over my head, determined not to come out. White women in the south who had achieved a level of success or prominence often got caught up in such webs of deceit that made them soft targets for racial blackmailing.Three Finger's buddies were a motley looking crew but it seemed like they were playing it straight because he had a reputation of dishing out punishment if he got played. The third guy with the scraggly goatee recognized the black dude with his cock buried deep inside Phoebe's s sweet lips as a character called "Mister Blue". "Harder", she groans and a voice that I did not think could come out of her teenage body. I don't know if she means the fucking or the spanking, so I assume it's both. Each time I pull her into me and force myself as far in as I can possibly go I move her hips up and down and around, shifting myself inside her two different angles, as she's groaning and moaning with this new sensation I go back to spanking. Once once on each cheek and then back and forth for a few strokes, then deep and grind.