It had a red D on it. The letter from my teacher to me, summarized, said that I had the talent to write of an elementary child, and should stick to ma...ual labor for work. I was crushed. I have been writing stories to amuse myself since elementary school. To say that I had not matured as a writer was not fair nor accurate. I had made A’s in Composition 1 and 2 before enrolling in Literature, so I should have known better. I enrolled that following spring in three classes, thinking I should spend. And finally, it happens, she has an intense orgasm that seemed to last a very long time and turned into multiple orgasms one right after the other. I couldn't help myself, losing all control and explode hard and deep inside her pussy. It was soooo intense.When we're both done cumming, she turns around, sits down on the edge of the chair and begins to suck my cock and lick all of my cum and hers off of my shaft and balls. I didn't think it was possible, but the hardon that was going down after. There she was on my sofa, calling my name, wanting me to suck her pussy.I was only to happy to oblige.I stood up and approached slowly, disrobing as I went. She had her eyes tightly shut, lost in her fantasy, not even hearing me there with her at all. I knelt down between her legs and watched her fingers rub against her hard clit. She shuttered, and then her whole body convulsed. Right in the peak of her orgasm, I dove in, wrapping my lips around her clit and sucking hard.Her eyes popped open,. Santa kept licking and sucking as her legs went over his shoulders, and she climaxed hard on his face.After a minute of relaxation, she looked at her watch and said, “Shit, my friends are waiting for me.” She stood up and pulled down her skirt, kissing Santa on the head.“See you tomorrow, Santa baby.”The next day, Kendra showed up for work. Santa noticed she had bought a new push-up bra that really showed off her cleavage more, and she had done more with her hair and make up. She gave him a hug.