Without bothering to undress her further, I pushed her up against the kitchen surface, pulled her panties to one side and entered her in one swift thr...st. Emily threw her head back, and as her knees began to buckle, she let go a stream of pee through her panties all down her thighs. She made no attempt to hold back (she must have been full, saving it for me), and with no embarrassment, continued to spurt in little floods as I fucked her.We were doing it in a puddle on the kitchen floor, her. What if she was pregnant? The Dean had not used any protection and it felt like his semen was sloshing around up in her belly. Oh God. What could she do?Miro was following his girlfriend... or ex-girlfriend would be more accurate. Even if he hadn't seen her get fucked he would have known, he thought. Just from the way she walked, as if she still had cocks up in her cunt and her asshole. What a slut. Thank God he found out in time.Cathy felt the slimy wetness on her thighs as gism leaked from. He steps back, ‘you may turn and kneel Cleo’ he commands. Quickly she does as commanded. ‘ Hutch up the skirt my slut let master see those silky stockings and your lovely black panties in person’. The instructions are completed quickly and he marvels at the sexy view. Loving the curve and bulge in the silky black panties. ‘Good girl, you are doing so very well, now you remember the safe word I gave you’? The head bobs, yes. ‘ I will not force you to do anything you are not comfortable with my. What had she gotten herself into?- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - After 15 years in the United States Marine Corps, a year in Iraq, a purple heart, and several disciplinary actions, Corporal Nicholas Tattinger left the service gladly. He had served as a squad leader in the ‘Suni triangle’ northwest of Bagdad and had seen plenty of action. He’d lost some buddies, killed the enemy, and been hit by a piece of shrapnel that left a thick, rope-like scar across his right pectoral and gave.