Kristen already has one c***d from Ken and Ozzy is sure she is going to produce their second this evening. He then tells me with a bit of sadness tha... he wished it could be him. Ozzy is the man who has dormant sperm. A wonderful guy which any woman would be satisfied with and be happy stay on his arm. One thing he can do for sure is fuck. So, I'm in the mood to take advantage of that. I kiss him gently and tell him "For right now, we live like we are making your baby.". Ozzy and I. I couldn’t help but moan. Taking this as a green signal he put his dick into me and I screamed out loud. My screams echoed in the washroom but went unheard in the deserted corridor. He would pull my hair and fuck me wildly. No gentleness. None at allAfter a few minutes of wild thrusting he made me lie back on the toilet floor and thrusted me from above pinching my nipples while doing so. I could feel his dick go deep. He might not be half as hot as Kabir. But he had a bigger and a thicker dick. "Maybe..." she replied then had a change of mind. "I am! Yes, I'm gay. I'm so done with boys. Never again shall I want a dick in me. Ugh. The thought now disgusts me."My eyes enlarged and I became instantly nervous. Here she was shouting her sexual preferences, and I was laying next to her. I wanted to excuse myself, but I didn't want her to think I was homophobic. I wasn't, but I wasn't really comfortable. But deep inside of me, an unusual feeling was surfacing. My legs started to tremble and. But whereas before she had forgotten to keep up the pretense of not wanting this, she remembers it this time and remains closed lipped. It isn’t that she doesn’t want him to touch her there, but she is expecting it and he isn’t doing it.When he suddenly cups her mound, the girl is so taken by surprise that she shrieks, hurriedly shutting up again, not wanting him to know that he is getting to her. It’s stupid really. He knows damn well what he is doing to her. She doesn’t. Besides, if Tabitha.