They both groaned.“You are wet as fuck,” he smirked.“Yeah, since we first left The Hall,” she panted. “Fuck me.”He was a man who could fol...ow instructions. She grabbed his right hand and they laced their fingers. Eye to eye, he thrusted and she heeled kicked the bed to meet him.“Oh, sugah...” Her accent became more pronounced as their bodies moved. She struggled with her right hand, yanking her tank top up and over her tits. She breathed hard. Her body shook and her breasts bounced. She was. .- Now...- You're a good boy...- Sir Edmond will thank you...- Because you're a good boy...- He'll thank you...- You're a good boy...- With his cum.- You're a good boy...- And you'll swallow.- Like a good boy...- Because you're a good boy...No, this can't happen! I want to push back but he holds tight and I feel the first drop of cum hitting the back of my mouth and he keeps me like this until he's totally done coming, he stops and rests his shaft in my mouth, with most of his cum still there,. She knew I was like wax in her hands. A mouldable toy. But it took a few more days before she took the next step.. Layla wore a pretty colorfull dress to work. When she walked it seemed like she was dancing. A mating ritual. Sensual. I couldnt stop looking at her. Lunchbreak, we went out and stopped our bicycles at the local park. We sat down on a bench and Layla immediatly asked me a series of explicit questions. Do you like being rimmed? Idk. Have you ever fucked a girls ass? Yes. Has a girl. As the door opened I was greeted by my sister, as I looked at her, I couldnt help but notice how hot my sister was, curly hair till her shoulders, big round eyes that complemented the hot wheatish complexion her smacking red lips her tight lime blouse… and then it hit me… my sister (who I had rarely seen wear a jeans) was wearing low- waist denim shorts and heels. My sister saw the expressions on my face, we looked at each other and she gave me her loving smile, hugged me and said, ‘Relax bhai,.