Betty loved sex. Betty always wanted sex. She had a boyfriend back in school and he probably held the male record in their class for having sex the mo...t amount of times of any senior, but when Betty went out of town, stayed overnight somewhere, or took a trip, she always looked for a replacement and she liked experimenting too. Her boyfriend was a jock, muscular and good looking, but her lovers were often something else entirely. Olivia was aware that Betty had deflowered a nerdy virgin. Olivia. The crop explored my body, light slaps and slashes emphasizing my need to obey His control. At last, it stopped, and I was pulled up to my knees by my long blond hair. I heard His footsteps as He circled me. When they seemed to be more distant, I was tempted to remove the contact lenses blinding my hazel eyes, but I remained as I was, fearful of being watched and dreading His crop. After a while, I could hear His return. The crop put me back on all fours. I waited, feeling the coarse Bermuda. “Moleeeeeeee…. Speed up please…….” I moaned. She made it more and faster. She put three fingers inside, and moved it up and down.She sat on the floor, while I was standing. She said me to bend my body a little more, and I obeyed. She then put one of her nipples inside my pussy and touched my clit again. It was intolerable for me and I began to press my boobs. After a while, she stood up. After a long kiss again, she put her nipple to my mouth and yet again I realized the taste of my pussy. I. I held her hair and bent her head to my dick. At first, she licked it, checking the taste.Then took the whole cock in her soft lips, exploring the foreskin with her tongue. After a while, she let it go and started zipping up her jacket. Not to be left high and dry, I held her soft shoulders and mounted her with her shorts on.Her eyes burned in anger, but in the next second, she understood what I was up to. I dry-humped her for a few minutes till my ejaculation started building up. Then I got up.