She yawned again, and fought the urge to settle down and go back to sleep. There was probably something she had to do; there usually was. She was the ...tar of the campus, after all. Gorgeous and intelligent, her auburn hair falling to her knees; always well kept and immaculate. She took great pride in her hair, as well as the rest of her body too. Maybe it was true that her boobs weren't as big as some of the other girls, and maybe she wasn't a slut like others. But hell, she used what she had. I'm not a huge fan of facial hair, but Master's is always perfectly groomed to where his beautiful, full lips peek through his mustache and goatee. They are always so soft and kissable.I begin to shampoo Master's hair as reaches up to grab my nipples to pinch them, twist them. I moan as I lean into him for another long kiss. Our tongues tangle and twist as I massage his scalp and run my fingers through his silver hair. We press our bodies together as Master pinches my nipples harder.In ecstasy. Small streams of my cum dribbled down her chin. I leaned toward her, strangely compelled to kiss her. My lips met her parted mouth and soon our tongues were engaged, exchanging our mutual wetness. I ran my hands over Jacqui’s body, enjoying without intimidation every curve, every secret place, every thing about her. Running my fingers through her long hair and down her back, shivers ran through her and goose bumps covered her flesh. With the taste of my sex on our lips, I intended to fully. He continued kissing all around her face and body while his waist kept her at the edge. He continued fucking her hard as his cock too started building for the climax.Mona stopped moaning and started grunting as she realised how close she was from explosion. She felt like the bowl of milk which was about to be over-boiled. It had already blown up to its highest limit and was now about to burst. She wrapped her legs around her ass to keep him tightly in her cunt. Sweeper raised his upper body.