” Rodney Valentine said from the edge of a bench he was sitting on, away from his kneeling teammates.That was all the incentive Coach Baker needed. ...e turned away from his kneeling team and looked at the smug sneer of his star running back who looked like he had just said the cleverest comeback of all time. “Mr. Valentine, pack up your gear and turn in your pads and helmet to the coach. You are, at this moment, expelled from the Judson Rocket football team for conduct detrimental to the team. Her tight cunt sucked the hell out of the raging cock.Hungry for stiff cock, her pussy became a sucking, strangling thing. Though she weakened and almost sobbed with pleasure, her hot ass remained active. Her pussy churned and twisted and humped wildly on the drilling, fucking dog-cock.Just as her orgasm started to subside a little, another followed because King's cock didn't let up. It plunged into the tightness of her soaked pussy and fucked so deeply that she had to cum again. She couldn't. “What the f...” the man started to say but never got to finish.“You heard me fella! Git your sorry ass outa here or I’ll blow yuh head off!”Those very demanding words were coming from a little mound of oilskin that resembled a raincoat standing only ten feet away in the pouring rain. Sticking out of that crumpled old oilskin raincoat was the barrel of some sort of shotgun with a bore that looked like it could take down an elephant or two if need be. Further up the raincoat was a hood that. Power! I felt so helpless, kneeling there with my strong son towering over me, my pale breasts exposed ... Wearing that humiliating but oh-so-sexy French maid outfit ... Oh, Suzanne! It was terrible!" Terrible? How?" It's just that ... I loved it! God forgive me please, but I loved it! I not only held it, but I stroked it!" His cock." Suzanne wanted to hear her say it."Yes! His cock! I stroked it. Wantonly! And I kissed it! Yes, I'll admit it: I kissed it! And then, before long ... Oh, Jesus!.