" I'm not a shithead!" You hate jocks. You don't like cheerleaders, probably because you want to fuck them but you can't. Wait! Doesn't the Captain of...the Cheerleading Cult wants to fuck you very often? Which by itself makes you a shithead! You can't stand the popular kids who aren't jocks or cheerleaders. You're not the sharpest tool in the box so you resent the smart kids. You think the stoners are idiots." She ticked them off one by one on her hand. "Should I go on? I mean, is there anyone. It was as large as my giant rubber dildo and pulsing with heat. I gripped the giant shaft in my little hand and began to stroke it, hoping that I was doing it good enough for him.“Ooo… Father John… You have a huge prick…my little hand can barely fit around it,” I cooed. “I love to make men hard… I love to watch a cock swell up in my hand knowing it will soon be in my slut mouth.”I stroked his cock faster and faster. After a few minutes of my amateurish pumping it was as hard as a rock however,. The vines moved slowly, and she could feel his head touch her swollen pussy lips. The vines didn't stop there, but kept pushing his dick deep into her waiting womanhood. She felt his cock go past her lips, and her organ gripped his manhood tightly as his the ridge on his head moved up into her pussy and bottomed out inside her. She let out a gasping moan, and he started thrusting his member again and again into her innermost regions. He ran his hands roughly, lustfully over her exposed thighs,. Jordan eventually rewarded her with a shot of semen down her gullet that carried with it more nanites that would cause a great fondness for the fluid. The young woman collapsed to the floor, moaning as she continued to finger herself."That was great, Molly," he told her. "But I have to be going. Your dad doesn't want me here anymore." Aww!" she objected. "I want more!" Oh, don't worry," he consoled. "You have plenty of wieners. Why don't you see how many you can fit into your three fuck.