She was known to use her claws too. She wore a white button-up shirt and had her hair in pig-tails, she usually dressed pretty slutty, but today, I sw...ar she was trying to look like a teen pop star. She had her arms crossed over her chest, hiding her almost D-cup tits. “Can I talk to you about my grade?” I put my bag on my lap. “I didn't know you cared about my class that much.” “I don't really, but it's required for my career, so I need a passing grade, and I'm not about to repeat this. He kicked off his shoes near the door, dropped a bag of materials he had bought earlier in the night down on the kitchen floor, and laid his keys down on the cupboard with a clanking noise as the steel hit the tiled surface. Glancing at the clock, his jaw dropped. ‘Shit, she’s going to be pissed.’ The digital clock on the coffeemaker read 4:15 in its neon blue color. He had no idea how it had gotten to be so late, he had been at his friend’s house hanging out, drinking, and shooting the shit. Once there, she removed her dress and I removed my clothing as well. Her beauty was breath taking. Smooth firm legs, narrow waist and full breasts. She locked her gaze onto my erect 8 inch cock and cracked a big smile. She knelt on the bed, wrapping her hand around my throbbing shaft and stroked it a few times, then proceeded to lick then suck it deep into her throat. I was in ecstasy, as it had been a really long time since my last blowjob. She bobbed her mouth up and down and I had to slow. Who else could it be? I did not answer. Instead, I asked a question of my own. But h&hellip, how? The vibrator yet again chuckled. Its your fantasy, not mine. Good point. Still, I could not help but be totally freaked out by the oddity of my fantasy. However, I soon forgot all about that. Are you going to stand there all day or are we going to get this party started? asked the toy. I experienced a moment of confusion before I realized the party he was referring to was sex. After all, he was a.