He buried himself back in the woman's ass in one stroke. She tensed up, squeezing his cock. He groaned and smacked her ass, leaving a fresh hand print...on top of Frog's. The movement of Frog's cock inside her pussy wasn't as noticeable as Kris's was. Mike didn't care though, he was close to cumming a second time.He grabbed the woman's hips as his thrusting sped up. He was slamming his cock into her ass as hard and as fast as he could. By the sounds that were coming from Frog, Mike could tell he. I finished by sliding my fingers up and down her pussy until Sophie was moaning and her shorts were nice and wet. She got her revenge by pushing me against the stacks and doing the same to my shorts. Soon squishing sounds came from my crotch. I was so close to coming I was ready to do anything. “Now, walk with me.” She took my hand and led me downstairs through the library. I felt every bounce of my boobs the T-shirt fabric rubbing against my iron-hard nipples. Meanwhile the slinky wet nylon. My cock was in serious pain from straining in the cage.On Sunday, I couldn't take it any more. Layla had shown me how to milkmyself. I went to an "adult book store" and bought a prostate massager.When I got home, I used it to get some relief. The amount of cum in thecondom was massive.Layla called me on Sunday night. She asked how my cock was. I told herabout buying and using a prostate massager. She told me she wasdisappointed, but understood. She told me she would come over on the wayto work. "I hope it wasn't Stan Dalton," Chuck said. He was so used to hearing disappointment in his father's voice that he didn't notice any difference."No," Miguel replied."Oh, then it had to be Brian Newton," Chuck said, shrugging. "Yeah, that's part of last night, I guess." The boy was handcuffed to the bed," Miguel informed the table – neither confirming nor denying the name Chuck had offered. "I overheard the police officers talking about it when I was doing his chart. How could you let that.