. .if you don’t . . .ahhhhhhhhHHH!” Suddenly his body tensed and her mouth was filled with a thick, warm, salty substance. She pulled free, coughi...g as it ran over her lips and dripped to his stomach. She jerked her head back and watched as more of the milky white substance shot out of the small hole in the tip of John’s cock for several seconds until his body relaxed and he settled back to the grass, his chest heaving. Some of his ejaculate had gone down her throat but she spat out the. ‘Hey Velvet, can we talk?’ Velvet barely paused on her march to her car. ‘Hey, let me carry your bag.’ He couldn’t see it from behind her but Velvet raised a brow before she spoke. ‘And you would be?’ Velvet asked, hand automatically resting on her signature cocked hip. ‘You know what, it doesn’t matter. I guess you can carry my bag as long as you’re not trying to get a ride home.’ She dropped her bag to the ground and continued towards her car without even giving the boy the option to refuse. Bryant crept away from the house, drove home and turned on his computer. “Just a blow-job today,” she said. They'd parked up behind a clump of trees, early morning before school, and the boy's hand was between her thighs, where Corinne had clamped it when he tried to touch her there. She sensed his disappointment, but at the same time, his excitement was evident, and she found it hard to tear her eyes away from his bulging cock-head. She reached out to stroke it, her fingers slipping where. "She spoke vehemently: "If I ever get away, I never want to be sexy again for the rest of my life." You mean you're going to sew it up and join a convent?" I asked. "That seems like a waste of your life. You don't strike me as the deeply religious type. Are you really gonna let that bastard destroy you and any hope for happiness. You don't have to do that. Yeah, you're stuck whoring for a while, but it doesn't have to be the end of the world."She looked up at me with wide eyes. "What do you.