..” Miss Peterson exclaimed as she whipped out sandpaper. She cupped the sandpaper around John’s fully erect cock and started slowly jerking up an... down.“Master, c-can you stay a-away from the p-piercings?” said John in complete ecstasy, as Miss Peterson sped up her hand.“Yes. I will, they are sore enough, and you have been doing a good job.” Miss Peterson turned her pace into a blitz, and soon enough, John was cumming. Miss Peterson put her mouth over his cock and caught all of the cum. She. He made sure that their lips remained locked as he stepped out of his pants and also slid his shoes and socks off. Now he stood only in a red silk boxer. Prof was tracing his thick fingers down her spine until he found the zipper of her skirt. Placing one hand on the small of her back, he unzipped it to slide down her legs, exposing her matching black lace thong. Now they both stood there in the under garments, kissing holding each other. Then he broke the kiss and his lips started caressing. “I would love to, Christine.”“And I get to fuck you in the pussy!” I squealed as Ms. Harland pushed down her panties.Her girl-cock flopped out and then bobbed before her. I loved how it swayed back and forth. It was so wonderful to witness. I licked my lips at the big, throbbing MILF-cock thrusting from Ms. Harland's brown bush. Her large breasts swayed, fat nipples throbbing.“Lie down on the floor,” I said. “I'm going to fuck you so hard and stroke your girl-dick and make you feel so. "Come in quick," he ordered.I slipped quietly into his grungy one-room apartment. It smelled of sweat and mold. He looked like he hadn't slept or washed in a month. "What's your name?" he growled."Sofija." Oh yes, you're Stanislav's girl." Yes, I'm his daughter." How old are you?" Seventeen today. Today is my birthday." And you are here for your birthday present. It's sneakers. Is that right?" Yes, sir. Dad thought you might have found a pair for me." How much you got?" How much? Do you mean.