Please.”Her voice couldn’t have been more certain that would be the right thing to do but.“But…” I tried once more anyway.“Please, sweethe...rt. Nothing more.”Alright then. I’ll try retreating back into silence.Whatever it takes for her to be able to breathe again.I’ll just stay here in the chair and suffocate myself. Can’t go any closer. Nuthin’ can be done about it.She toyed with a few things in the refrigerator. Looking for something simple no doubt. But nothing appeared to satisfy her. "You are one cock loving faggot aren't you? look at all the cum your leaking!"He pushed his fingers into my mouth and smeared my lips with my pre-cum. He then spun me around and slapped my ass cheek."Bend over and put your hands back on the table."I was bent at the waist and felt him squeezing my ass cheeks, spreading them, and smacking them so hard that I would gasp and groan in pain. He kicked my legs further apart and began playing with the butt plug that was in my ass. He twisted it and. Through his half closed eyes, Sergey sees small beads of perspiration break on her brow. Her face is twisted in a sexy grimace of pleasure as the muscles inside her that had grasped his fingers now milk cum from his balls.Her head flies from side to side and just as her moans becomes wails, he feels it: the rise of cum from his tight, heavy balls. She wraps her arms tightly around his neck and lifts her body on, then off his throbbing mass of meat. “Fuck me! Fuck me!” she screams. And then she. Was he trying to tell her thank you? Or perhaps that he enjoyed the show (Duh!). Smiling, feeling herself get warm remembering, she decided to keep on giving him a show, until and unless he asked her to stop. Decision made, as class began and Mr Jackson got up to lecture, she kept her legs parted as she faced forward, periodically moving a hand to her lap and inching the fabric northward, first on one side and then the other. Her skirt, stopped by where she had sat on it, was not cooperating as.