“Yes, fill me with your cum.” She orders me her voice husky and trembling like she is right on the edge of her own orgasm.“I’m gonna cum.” I...warn her a moment before my orgasm slams into making me groan loudly as I explode pumping my cum deep inside Sierra.“Oh fuck, I love you.” She cries out loudly a split second before she collapses against me, her body shaking and her pussy pulsating around my cock like it is trying to milk every last drop of cum out of me as she orgasms.The feeling of her. I didn’t understand that. I asked “what”, she told,”She will ride me first”…and asked me to lie down on the seat and she climbed on top of me. I was holding my cock, which she freed from my hands and guided it herself inside her pussy.I slightly adjusted my position so as to give her enough space to launch the up and down motion. Now she started moving with her back facing me. That was first time she was over me, because the last time we did in school we were doing in more of a missionary. At least, they should be adventurers, since they looked nothing like priests. There was a man and a woman, both wearing hooded cloaks, and the third person was ... a turtle?Vennoa blinked. No, her eyes were not playing tricks on her. There was a large bipedal turtle among them. It had two swords hanging from its belt. And it had a belt! Vennoa could only see the back of the turtle, and its shell looked slightly chipped at some places, and lines of cracks at other places.“Will there be. If we can take the analogy a step further and call emotions pebbles of a sort, the pebbles started moving around as Bob and Cecelia graded the results of the pop quiz. The first set of tests were shocking. As they graded more and more, their emotional levels fluctuated. By the time they were done it looked like the kids hadn't heard anything all week."This is awful!" complained Cecelia. Bob had seen these kinds of results in the past, but not for a few years. HE knew what they meant. They meant.