“Mmmm,” Mitch purred, feeling her clit throbbing between his lips as he continued to suck on it, warm womanly juices gushing out onto his chin.“...kay, baby,” his twitching mother gasped out as she shifted her hips upwards, pulling her tingling clit from between his lips and plastering her dripping twat right down onto his mouth. “Get it all. Get every drop you can of that pussy-juice—show Mommy how much you want it.”Mitch eagerly lapped up her discharge, swallowing lustily as he drew the. “Fuuudge,” Max moaned. “That’s gonna leave a mark.”We toned it down after that and just jogged back to the football stadium. I didn’t want to have to explain how one of them got hurt goofing off with me.One of the students associated with the football program was waiting on us. He hustled us in, and Wes and I were taken to meet Coach Hightower, who was in charge of the passing game, which included quarterbacks. As we came in we were introduced to all the coaches. I think they only had one guy. Usne kaho lala ji ab bas karo amma ji aa jayegi,Mene kaha ab raha nahi jata, kitne dino ke baad yah moka mila hibhabi kaha: acha ji ab to as aasik ho raho ho,jab me chutki bharti thi jab to kuch nahi karte the.Mene kaha: me darta tha kahi tum bura na maan jaoBhabi ne kaha: ab bas karo ammaji dophar ko dava lekarke so jayegi tab tum aana.Mene usko akbaar phir chuma and uski gaand ko khub dabai and tab usko choda.Me ghar gaya and bathroom me jakar muth mari and apne aap ko saant kiya and dophar. She was in paradise. High on adrenalin and endorphine. Way beyond the point of shame or regret. She didn't care that dozens of passengers where watching as she was basically fucking her fellow stewardess with a knife to death while getting her tits licked by the captain of this plane. The whole situation was surreal to her. So she did the best she could do at that moment: enjoy every second of it. Jenny had lost so much blood that she started to feel dizzy. She could not see clearly any more..