“I’m fine.” Her voice was husky, and faltered slightly. “Just … don’t stop. Please!” Sammi’s hands lifted to splay over his chest, and...he nodded. His big hands slid lower, cupping her ass and hauling her against him as he stroked slowly in and out of her body. Her nails scraped against his chest with each thrust, and every whimper was heaven to him. She’s so fuckin’ tight. Fuck! Diondre swore, thrusting faster as sweat beaded on his brow. He was lost in her. Her pussy clenched, milking him with. This brings us to now while I am typing this story on my phone. I like to type out my thoughts. It helps me think better.I’m not dumb. Despite being poor, I know things. Going to night school, I’ve learned a lot about human psychology, biology, among other subjects. My mom has a mental condition where if she isn’t sexually satisfied during the day, she will crave it during her sleep.Maybe that’s why my father used to keep her thoroughly satisfied. But now my father is no more, and my mom needs. She sat down on Mikes cock and then lent forward to take Dave’s in her mouth. I stood behind her and slapped her ass, rubbed it, eased the cheeks apart and stuck a finger or two in her ass. Her little hole twitched and dilated, and I got my cock ready to push it inside her. The head popped in and I pushed slowly deeper, then just leant forward and began to tear her ass up like a maniac. She cried out as I got deeper inside, but Dave just got her head and forced his cock into her open mouth. She. Cohler felt her warm breath from her nose tickle his upper lip. Leila stepped back and sat on his large desk. Mr.Cohler leaned forward and kissed her on the neck. He quickly moved his laptop onto one of the students desk. Leila laid down on his desk. He moved next to her and placed her head under his arm. Mr.Cohler placed his other hand on her stomach over her white buttoned blouse. Leila could feel his hand moving down from her stomach. She suddenly felt his warm fingers under her panties..