She : pagal ho gaye ho kya tum..Wo abhi choti c bachhi hai..Me: are haan us choti c ki choot marne mein hi to maja aayega..She: tumhe meri kasam hai u...e kch nahi karoge..Me: okk jab tak tum nahi kahogi..She: mein kabhi nahi kahungi..Fir maine apna lund uski choot pe rakh kar rgdne laga wo bahut garam ho gayi thi.. Or boli ab ghusa b do or kitna tadpaoge..Maine usse ignore kiya or jor jor se rgdne laga..Fir maine uski gaand mein apni ek ungli daal di or aage peeche karne laga ab us se raha na. I replied with a half choke half laugh.Then at that moment the bus pulled up, so I returned her phone with a "here you go"She said "thanks" and we boarded the bus.My bus was separated into different sections at the back were your stereotypical, back of the bus jack asses, after everything they said, there was always a "your mom" or "oh snap" shouted from one of them. then there was the younger kids, around 6th and 7th graders who sat there and talked about video games for the entire ride. Then. I let go, I came hard over his face, grinding my pussy lips into him as I threw my head back in ecstasy. He gave me no opportunity to recover, or even get my breath before he rammed his thick hard cock deep into my hole. He picked up both of my legs and I wrapped then around his toned waist. He pumped furiously into me, his balls slapping against my ass as he kissed and bit at my neck, my lips and my colarbones. He was panting hard, holding me against the wall, fucking me harder than he ever. She released the professor and stepped back out of his range.“This bitch dyke attacked me. I want her locked up,” screeched the professor as he rubbed his right arm and aching shoulder.“Professor Essco, why are you standing in the hall outside of your assistant’s room, naked?” asked Sean in an intimidating voice. He placed his hands on his hips while looking down at the man sternly.Some sense of reason finally returned to the pissed and pissed-off professor. He suddenly realised he was not in a.