Clifford might not win any calligraphy contests, but his handwriting is a whole lot better than mine, and I’m only too well aware of that. I don’t...know exactly what Helga said to her husband to get him moving so fast, but the two of them were in my doorway not fifteen minutes later. I closed the door behind them and sat them down at my little meeting table. “Doc, what do I owe you for ten minutes private consultation?”“You paying cash? Oh, a dime will do. I know they say that advice is only. Noon fucked into her and it was a dream , feeling that hot cock inside of her, feeling Noon's cum dripping out of her as he fucked out what he’d spilled into her before. All Zendaya could do was cry out for more, beg him to knot her, breed her, make her his bitch - though she knew it wasn’t ever about what she wanted. She was Noon's, to do with as Noon pleased. To take what Noon gave her because Noon wasn’t trying to please her, wasn’t trying to get her off or make her feel good.No, Noon was. .. There was a building sense of lustful urgency; I wanted to make it cum, shooting hot, sticky jets of sperm between my lips and down my throat. I pulled it from my mouth and watched the glorious, jizm jammed goliath pistoning between my tightly clenched fingers. Suddenly, it seemed to tense and the monstrous head just erupted, sending a geyser of hot, steamy cum splattering onto my face. The force of the blast made my head jerk back and the size of the load totally drenched my face, dripping. When I finished serving I came over to her. I leaned forward to pick up her empty glass and Fred’s mug, still trying to be discreet.“I did it,” she said then let out a deep sigh.“That must have been hard. I saw him leave pretty upset.”“Now I have to tell my parents. Talk about disturbing the universe.”“Right, that’s going to be really hard, I know.”She nodded and sighed. “Listen, you can’t come to my room tonight. Fred will be there, but let’s meet down by the pool. It’s dark. No one will see.