And it is just to help me out.”Katie crawled her young and lithe body back onto the bed. I leaned back and let her wrap those teenage lips around my...cock once more.The sun was shining through the window and the covers were thrown to the floor. Her eyes were pleading, begging. I put both of my hands on her skull and pressed down on her head forcing my incestuous cock into her invaded and tight throat even further. I thrust up into her face again and again. She moaned, pleased with the result and. She must be a bloodhound!She did not bother to stop the bleeding but went on drinking the blood from thelund for some time. ” Hey Shweta you slut! Don’t drink the blood but cover itwith some cloth. Get the panties of Renu whore t wipe it.” Prof. Said.Shweta brought the panties of Renu and held the cloth over the bleeding lund.The Prof. was relieved when he saw that the blood flow has stopped. Theatmosphere was very tense and I was afraid they were going to punish both of usfor his. Each one. He hates that word with a passion. I was here for using it, repeatedly, knowing he didn't like it. I was here for being a brat.THWAP!His playroom mostly looks a lot like a sumptuous home gym. It's well lit, with lots of mirrors on the walls. There's a stationary cycle, a treadmill, a high-end tanning bed, and a Bowflex exercise machine. A few free weights are stacked on a wooden rack. There's a glassed-in shower big enough for two in one corner, an area with an exercise mat, and a heavy bag. As she worked, she pulled more of his head into her mouth, stroking his length a bit quicker, long steady strokes sliding her thin fingers up and down his shaft.When he began to emit his groans of pleasure, telling her she was testing him, she looked up, stroking his cock faster as she held her lips against the soft, sensitive head. Hearing him say he was going to cum, she thought hard about what she wanted, and, opening her mouth, she let her tongue lay flat, running against the underside of.