I rammed over and over into her depths. I reveled in being in her. My clit-dick drank in the friction of her hot flesh wrapped around me. She gripped ...e tight. She held me in her wonderful embrace.I came closer and closer to cumming in her pussy. I pounded her hard. I rammed my futa-dick to the hilt in her. I kissed her with passion. Our tongues danced together. Our lips worked. I loved the taste of her mouth on mine.My tongue fluttered through her mouth. That heat swelled through me. It was. She wanted to taste both of their essences with her lips, her tongue and suck them down into her tummy. Then, she would wait her turn if one was in the offing. It was certain that she would be stretched to her limit considering the size of what she saw beneath her. The hardness of the young man’s equipment matched his muscled flesh that pummeled the Princess like she was a block of clay to be molded into his own liking. His was a fiery furnace of desire that drove them all into a frenzy of. ”“Why thank you kind sir,” she said. “What’s brought this on?”“Just lyin’ here a’thinkin’,” I said, on the verge of chickening out. Candy turned away and fiddled with her hair. My courage returned.“I was thinkin’," I continued.“Uh huh?” She was still facing away from me, deliberately now.“I sure would be grateful,” I said, “if you would allow me to lick yaw ayass.”“Shondell, what has gotten into you?” she asked, playing for time, but slipping so swiftly into character, calling me by the hick. And so it happened, one day she turned her back to write on the board, which nobody cared really, that I noticed her bra strap on the right shoulder displaced away from her shoulder and slipped on to her hand. Thanks to the transparent blouse as always, and thanks to the unique way of uncovering her back as always. I remember the day so clearly, with every passing second, I got increasingly aware of the situation, it never happened before, she dressed so conscientiously that she could only have.