. she didn't have a single neuron to spare thinking about what might be happening outside the carnasporum's epidermis. They were burning red hot. The ...radual sluttification of her DNA from all the semen she ingested made sure each orgasm was stronger than the next so she could never get habituated. Instead, she equally craved and dreaded what the next second might bring, wondering if any new level of intensity would be the one to fully break her. Mind, body, and soul. The weeks she spent inside. Veronica was, in the public's eye, just too ordinary. She was smart, smarter than plenty of people, but that was her only extraordinary feature. She always kept her red hair shoulder length and the bangs out of her eyes with a white headband. She never dressed provocatively, she always wore loose clothes, to hide her 34A-cup breasts and almost non-developed hips from the boys, feeling shy about the fact she always had to think, 'I'm just a late bloomer.' Today, she wore a black T-shirt, blue. She was now nibbling at his ear, saying things to him.I was so hot but there was nothing I could really do. Nothing like this had ever happened to me before. I was helpless. I knew my panties were already wet.I could feel the wetness between my pussy-lips. My crotch was hot, wet and steaming. My nipples were hard, I could feel them against the fabric of my bra. I folded one hand over my waist and gently felt the tip of one of my nipples with the thumb.That one little touch sent tremors down my. .. even if they’d forced him to hand over the DVD to force him to arrange a meeting with his mother.So With one hand continually fast forwarding the recording, Dan used his other to first withdraw and then play with his own good sized cock. One that had long since grown hard in expectation, one that ejaculated to the vision of his mother being forced to strip by his pals before being told to display her fantastic body to them.And Dan’s cock had immediately grown hard again, only to ejaculate.