She moaned and pushed herself up in reaction to her pain before slowly moving down, taking it in a little deeper. She kept working until it was inside...her. Then paused, luxuriating in the feel of my warm flesh plugged inside her. Squeezing her legs together slightly.She lifted herself off me, then dropped down, back up, down again. Her hand moved over to her clit, and she rubbed it while riding on my penis. I was dripped in pleasure all this time. My head tilted back, and my eyes shut as I. When I am about to take second floor steps crossing first floor, there I found one beautiful girl wearing white shirt and red, black checked skirt with small tie tied around her neck, smooth silk hair pony tailed till her above waist which feels more silkier than cotton found in cottonseed, small, round and beautiful eyes that are as enigmatic as the universe itself, a small pointed nose that remembers red parrot nose, pretty good beautiful cheeks that looks garnished with some light pink. Yes, she did. She was one fucked up woman or so he thought she was. Close in age to Angela, all she seemed normal to him, at first, but all she wanted was a man’s cock, and she wanted it inside her pussy. She also wanted it inside her mouth. No love, no intimacy, all she wanted was good hard sex, and all she got was one hard fuck too. He made no personal connection to the teacher. She really didn’t care. All she needed was what she wanted. He came, they fucked, and that was that. That was all. ’ ‘Yeah, I want to talk to you about something,’ Ben said. ‘When I talked to River the other night, he told me that he thought you were mad at him for making cookies for your dad.’ ‘Oh,’ Karen said, sounding surprised. ‘He thought that?’ Ben could hear the hesitation in her voice. ‘It was nothing, I… I was tired after a night at the hospital. I must have been a little too short on him so he thought I was mad. I’ll explain to him later.’ ‘No, Karen. I know you were not mad at him for making.