You lick from the bottom, right to the top of my pussy, then linger at my clit. I moan out, taken aback at how quickly you can move. My knees instantl... lock, holding myself upwards. Your tongue is soft and warm against my pussy. I can feel you breathing, teasing my skin. “Fucking hell! That’s slow!?” You lick at my clit, your fingers teasing my slit. Your other hand grabbing a fistful of my ass, and squeezing. Your hot breath is against my clit. I use your head to grip on, curling my fingers. He was working the day I got in the crash and he got so worried that I might be hurt that he came to where the crash happened with lights and sirens. He was made to be a supervisor, so he drove a Ford Expedition, but there was an ambulance behind him and two fire trucks that came too. He was so worried about me that he looked like he was going to cry and it seemed like he was freaking out a little bit. Well, he was freaking out like, really bad but he was trying to hide it since he was working.. You had always loved sex. It was exciting to flirt, flash, and occasionally fuck a stranger. Now you were naked most of the day, fucked repeatedly, and thanks to your teaching methods, filled with cum frequently. It was almost as if your thinking was moderating.Instead of a man cumming in you, being a privilege, it seemed almost to be a right now. You expect that all cadets and the instructor were to fuck you and, although not on the curriculum, cum in you. It was beginning to weigh on your. As I fucked her slowly and rhythmically with her uuaah and uuuuuaaah! filling my ears I thought about Beaulah’s figure and how it would be if I would make love with her. Though Beaulah was black, she still had a pair of juicy mangoes below her neck. A bit too breasty for a 17 year old girl. Matching her fleshy boobys buttocks too was voluptuous. I thought making love with Beulah would still be fun as I have never seen or tasted a virgin pussy so voluptuous as that of Beulah. The though of.