”Mr. Foster leaned forward, the red in his gaze burning into her open eyes. His voice grew dark and intense, and every word was like a shock to Nico...ette’s system, rewiring her very way of thinking.“Of course you can - you need to. You’re always turned on, always dripping. Your body wants children, Nicolette. Your body knows what’s best, and it wants to be knocked up. Am I right?’“I ... well...”“Am I right, Nicolette? Are you turned on right now?”“I ... a bit.”“A bit?”Nicolette was visibly. He was so worked up that I came hard, squirting my love juice on his hand as he dropped my head down and smothered my pussy with his mouth, trying to taste it all. After what seemed like forever He stood and I grabbed his hand and licked my cum off his finger tips. By now his cock was once again rock hard as He loves to eat a woman’s hot wet pussy. I felt it throbbing against my ass and pushed it towards him. He ran the tip over my dripping wet cunt and slid it in slow and deep. We both groaned. When she finally arrives at 6:45, she gets out her Lexus lookin sooo BOOTYFUL, like a BO$$! Jimmy Choo's is the first thing i see when she steps out then that Bootyball bouncin' in her designer DRE$$ with no panties(she never wears underwear). "LETS GO TRIK" she demands as we approach her door, "U Know what to do bitch, strip naked, assume the position (on my back, on the floor with my head on the loveseat), and put all my tributes on the table trik" she bosses! Pimp Mama has what. I couldn't focus in art class, I kept thinking about the firemen in the parking lot, about being fucked hard in the back of a pick up truck, having my breasts squeezed and pulled. I, some how, made it through the day and back home. I stripped down and started reading my favorite erotica and felt my nipples get hard, my juices started to flow. But I wasn't in the mood to finish quickly tonight, I teased myself. Long slow stroke of my fingers, purposefully avoiding my clit, waiting until I was.