.the object of sexual pleasure and the sensual prize at the apex of her slender legs to be delightfully licked and probed by a wandering hand, often ...nough her own, or a man’s turgid prick, which wasn’t often enough. She loved to laugh and she was a little devilish. It was her sense of herself and she was a bit of a tease she admitted, smiling at her own playful nature...just thinking of sexy things made her shaved cooze vibrate and pulse...and she could feel herself getting slick when she. The feeling was too much for the youngster, and he soon started to moan uncontrollably. He blew a large load all over her tits. “Take that you whore.” He screamed as he came “Good son, always remember to keep a slut like Katee in her place. Great job!” I cooedI turned to Dominic, who had the highest test score. “Dom, you got the highest score on your test, and for that, you’re getting a blow job son.”Katee made her way to him and knelt at his feet. She took his hard cock in her hands and then. "Oh, Sandy," she whispered, "I... I love you too." I always have," continued the girl, "ever since I saw you that first day of school. You were so, so perfect. I couldn't s-stop thinking about you, all the time!" She sat up, her bare legs dangling over the side of the desk as she stared at her teacher with pleading eyes. "That's why I stole your piece of m-malachite, Miss Ayers. It belonged to you – that's why I wanted it!" "Oh, my goodness," Emily breathed. "I had no idea you felt that way,. She was one of those runners who cools down from actually running by walking half a mile.Why would I quibble about something like that? Because my life had suddenly become a string of little vignettes, in which crazy things happened, such as Emma diving down on my dick and sucking my balls dry, only to share my cum with her two friends in sloppy, spermy kisses. And, while maybe it's the same kind of technicality I mentioned about her running habits, I was trying hard to hold on to the fact.