It was around 7am then.After we got off, he said,-okay, as long as we are around here, we need to avoid much communication, or we will be exposed, got...it?-I nodded my head. We then departed from each other to go to our departments to start work.That day, all my colleagues were looking at us with surprise because I was covering my upper body with a coat. What shall I do? I cannot risk provoking men any longer.Some colleagues, especially those who were of my religion, asked me what changed me. I. Often his cock would be rock hard and would bounce as he walked to his room. It was 8 glorious inches of succulent teen meat. Not a vein out of place with a big bulbous head and coke can thick shaft. It would make my mouth water and my cunt ache to just wish I could taste it... to feel it thrusting inside me until it exploded his sweet cum into me.It was really bad when Tommy would bring a fuck buddy back home for a night of raunchy, steamy hot fucking. Tommy was bisexual. Sometimes it would be. It is mixed with the pulp of fruit and the lubricant of her own body. I fuck her slowly. I watch as she turns, her eyes glassy, her mouth open, her face sticky, stained, and a canvas of brunch. I pull her hair back, forcing her body to arch more, forcing her to open her cunt to my thrusts.And when I cum, I pull out to cum onto her ass and pussy. I cum to that I can taste that too. So that I can gather it in my mouth -- a collection of cum, of her pussy, and of the fruit I brought -- and kiss. "no M.." she shoved that cock back in my face, and began fucking my throat."Good slut, do not ever forget that."Mistress fucked my face until my eyes watered."I love to make bitches cry with my cock." i could feel the tears rolling down my face. i could feel the mess my mouth was making on my chest and floor. i could feel my saliva cascade down the front of my body. i could feel my cock pressured inside the cage. i felt as if my cock were going to explode inside it. the harder she fucked.