She slapped her ass hard. “Finish it faster.”“Yes, Coach Natasha.” She lapped and slurped on the milk quickly, feeling herself becoming lubr...cated with her new exposure. Nat picked up the bowl suddenly and clipped a leash onto her student, guiding her with it to the living room. She pulled her to be facing the television, bent over a hassock, and sat immediately behind her, turning on the television with a remote. “Arch your back a little more,” she said as she pinched another piece of. P: Sh*t. I'm jealous. (He pulled me to him and kissed me. Passionately. Hard. He was so hungry that he alternated between kissing my lips and my neck. I could feel his tight grip on my hips.)J: Why? We're not even... Before I could finish, he kissed me in the mouth and didn't give me a chance to speak. He pinned me against the wall and started placing his hand in my panties. He forcefully spread my legs so he could touch my clit. He was circling my finger over it and said, "This is mine. You're. Luckily, Spencer did understand her."Sam and Freddie are waiting for you downstairs. Your iCarly segment, remember?" It took a moment for Carly to realise what he was talking about: they were supposed to shoot it at sunrise.Reluctantly, she stepped out of bed and headed for the stairway. Along with the memory of the segment, she remembered why she had such trouble getting up now: it was because she'd been stressing out about it all night. Yeah, they'd be just acting, and nothing would really. That was what she had been suppressing, the desire for her kid's cock that was so raunchily handy in the AM it made her randy. Now, through the most absurd of circumstances, Lance's circumcised scimitar was about to be sheathed in her fleshy scabbard. But not if she could mount a last ditch effort to stop him from mounting his mom and assaulting her trench with his shovel of lust.“Stop, baby! Oh - we mustn't do this! I know you're horny. I'm horny too, but this isn't the way we should.