Krystal's expression is hard, hostile, eyes narrow as she watches Matt maul herdorm mate's breasts. "Krystal, please!" Tammy sobs, stricken, as Kryst...l turns pointedly away."Well, hello," Matt pulls back slightly, looking down at Tammy's milky, invitingthighs, "what have we here?" His hand drops, begins squeezing, kneading hertrembling legs, hand working higher until his hand is brushing her lace cladpussy. Tammy whines, her hips jerking back into the cushions, thighs straining to. Holy crap, it hurt. It had been real--not a dream. Despite telling myself that, everything still had a surreal feel to it. The lights in the subway car. The couple holding hands but not talking or looking at each other. Even my breath going in and out of my chest. Nothing felt real. I looked at my reflection in the window. Everything looked the same. Nothing was. I was on my way home from my first session with a Dom. Hunched forward, I used the front of my hoodie to cover my crotch, needing. She screamed out, “NO!”, but rope after rope of seed erupted over her ass and coated her back. I stumbled back a short distance. My aunt immediately sank to her knees before me and took my shaft into her mouth. She took the remaining seed and evidence of our coupling down her throat.I felt her wrap herself around my thigh. A hand caressing my testicles as she lovingly suckled on my shaft. I extended my hand to the top of her head and intertwined my fingers in her hair. I felt a purr vibrate. She could feel the warmth growing deep inside her. Flooding through her body, her skin and fingers so tingly. His hand slipped to the buttons on the dress and undid them one at a time. Each one building the intensity of her sensations, Soon he would be able to feel her flesh, the desire she had deep inside.Wanda could feel his excitement growing. He was pressing on her leg, the swelling. So hard and thick it seemed. God how she longed to free it. Her hands slid over his chest. His breath was.