Caressing my clit between my long fingers, I felt that hot dog cock going into me. I wanted him to fuck me hard and cum again in me.As this huge cock ...as fucking me so good, I relaxed and my hand fell from his hot shaft. That was all Brandt needed as he plunged his hard red knot deep into my wet pussy as he grunted with anger. I gasped in pain, sensing he was tearing my cunt up with this bulbous thing.Brandt started to fuck me with his huge red knot buried deep inside of me.All I could do was. Brock asked me pointedly. Bitch."I don't need letters. I'm an artist." Oh? And why do you think I need those letters?" You're a teacher." Ah. I see. Artists don't teach." Why would they?" Some of the most famous artists in the world also taught. In many instances they referred to it as taking an apprentice. Sadly, they don't offer letters for apprentices, so you wouldn't get your BFA. And your master wouldn't release you for at least ten years. You plan to be out of here in four." That's what. His hands gently squeezed her breasts as he sucked them hard. Her hand moved to his head as she moaned loudly. He knew she loved him doing this. It was her favorite thing next to being fucked out of control. Her hands began to push him lower. She wanted to be fucked right there. He puller her off the counter and unbuttoned her pants. Hope was already ripping his clothes off at the same time. As he pulled down her underwear he could feel her wet pussy already dripping. She wanted him badly. She. I did just fine with the ladies, and avoided a girlfriend at all costs, as I did not want to settle down. That all changed the day I met Amy. There was something magnetic about her, I just wanted to be with her. I was nearly three years older than Amy and was a bit of a slut in college before we met, and she had just ended a relationship, and had only been with a few guys. We first had sex after our sixth date, and it was very good, but like all couples, we needed to learn more about each.