He’d never once said those words to her when they were together. She’d told him time and again how she felt, professed her love, made him feel lov...d… and he’d never had the courage to tell her what was in his own heart. He was a coward. But he was trying to change everything. Trying to make it the way it should’ve been. ‘Please,’ he begged one more time. He heard a sniffle on the other end of the line. ‘Come to my house. You can say you’re sorry, and take the stuff you left.’ ‘I don’t want to. . I move a hand to your breasts, pinching your nipple ever so lightly, maybe a bit too hard it - it's hard to do while you’re riding my dick as hard and passionately as you do. You flinch a bit in pain, retaliating by biting my lip again, this time drawing a few beads of blood.. This only seem to invigorate your appetite for dick as you start jumping up and down in rash violent moves, and as you lean forward again you bite into my neck, screaming out your orgasm as the wave after wave of. By now, I was rock hard, enjoying the challenge. I could hear him ask, "Where are you? Have you been to your Mother's yet?"I grinned ear to ear as she only had one hand to fend off the attack of both of mine as I pinched at her nipples and played with her pussy hair."No," she answered. Then thinking on her feet, she told him the clothes weren't quite dry when she got here, so she had to wait, and that delayed her. "When are you going to be back here? I want to go eat." I heard him say.She. ” Katrin chimed in as the three women headed indoors.Inside, after having walked through a small hallway that led to several offices, including Amarika’s, they were greeted by another professor who informed Patricia that Chancellor Reginald Glover, the head of the College, wanted to see her.“Well, I’ll catch up with you later.” Patricia waved and hurried off towards the Chancellor’s office, which was on the second floor.“If she’s able to walk.” Amarika turned to Katrin. She had noticed the.