.. Like... this makes me feel so... oohhh, sirrr?"The young monk mauled her huge breasts roughly as he felt the big, young woman stirring restlessly b...neath him and as she squeezed his cockshaft almost painfully tight with her warm hands. "That's all right, my child.God is helping you gain release. Do you feel like it is cumming?" Hanh... annh... yuh... yuh... yess, Father. Hannh... Father... Faathherr..."the girl cried as the heat of her climax washed over her bulging belly. Her wide hips. As he stroked himself into a harder, hungrier state of sexual need, he would think of the lovely, revealing lingerie or the feminine sexiness of the clothes he'd seen and handled earlier in the day in his previous classes and catch his breath as he imagined that he was humping his cock up and into its soft smoothness. Imagining himself buried in the softness of its folds he would feel a heightened sense of urgency in his almost desperate need to cum.The prospect of releasing his pent up,. “Oh, hi.” I say, eyebrows raised in surprise. “I’m Davey.”“I had a class with you last semester. You killed the curve on the final and I barely squeaked by.” She said smiling. Why the hell is she smiling if she is upset? Maybe she is crazy.“Well I can’t apologize for that. What class? “ I say, almost bitchy but curious now.“Pathophysiology. You crushed it. I was always so jealous!”“Oh! Yeah that was a fun class. Well you’ll be happy to know I dropped out right after that.”“What the fuck? No. She didn’t want to change her routine and cause anyone to be calling her to check on her.The beautiful nineteen-year-old wife certainly looked out of place, at the sleazy motel. Tomas Ortiz looked up and smiled when he saw Holly walk through the door. He got a tremendous hard-on as he looked over the sexy young wife, knowing that in a few minutes, he would be on top of her and fucking the hell out of her.“I was told to come here,” Holly said, in a low, very reluctant sweet voice.“Room 3. Go.