Sasha slid her hand around dick and gently stroked any remaining seed out and licked it off."Mmmm, that was a lot," Sasha moaned, "I thought I wasn't ...onna be able to take it all." You made it all come out, you sexy cum slut," Spencer breathed in awe.Sasha looked at Spencer's pajama top she was still wearing. She looked where some of his spunk spilled on it then looked up at Spencer apologetic. "Sorry. I thought I got it all." No worries," Spencer said, "Its laundry day anyway." Sasha smiled. He would grow so much harder, his breath passing his lips hoarsely. He would guide his hand into her hair, and she would pause, smiling, loving the control over him. She would give it up easily though as he slid his hand into her hair, guiding her to pull more of him into her mouth. She would eagerly pull him into her mouth, swallowing him slowly, working his cock in, inch by inch.Fuck. It was almost too much, picturing her sucking him. His hand pumped his dick hard, trying to keep his strokes. You have been a naughty girl!" Yes, sir. Shall I count while you spank me?" Yes. I will spank that ass and knock some sense into you."Ms. West pulled her skirt to her waist. She assumed the position while Mr. Johnson swatted at her butt many times. Her whimpers only pleasured him more.Mr. Johnson pushed his cock into her pussy and began fucking her. Her tits shook while he fucked her. "You are a naughty wench! Do you like my big cock, Ms. West?" Oh yes. Spank me harder!"Mr. Johnson. The second line did better and actually made their goalie freeze the puck after a quick shot. Frank sent John and me out to try for a point shot from the face-off. Shawn, the third line centre, won the face-off back to John but their forward was on him to quick to shoot. He faked the shot and whipped a pass over to me for the one timer. In the mean time our forwards had crashed towards the net to deflect the shot or pounce on a rebound. Their other winger wasn't quick enough to get out to block.