When he came he let out in their minds a roar that surprised Wynter as her eyes widened. Ryder noticed and smiled sheepishly before apologizing for go...ng as he had. He pulled out and rolled onto his back as she interrupted him, “Why are you apologizing when you obviously enjoyed yourself.” He chuckled, “Yeah and I’m guessing you did too. But other than that I truly meant to be slow but the way you felt drove me to the edge so I couldn’t help it.” She was silent for a few minutes before. Ayla felt terrible for embarrassing him like that but kept playing the game anyways. Her several classes with male teachers were also made more interesting by her newfound overly sexualized perspective. If she paid attention, almost every male teacher glanced at the breasts or ass of at least one of their students. Jesus, did everyone just want to fuck all the time? Still, she had to admonish herself a couple of times for staring at the outline of every mans cock that presented itself. Her. " But sis," I said totally bemused by her comments."No but," she said, "it's time you put up and stop working my friends into a lather."Then after a short pause."So which one do you fancy most?" she asked."What? I suppose the one with the big tits," I said thinking about each of her three friends."Yeah typical man," she chuckled, "you always go for big tits, well that's Janice, I'll tell her later when I ring her." No please," I yelled, "I wouldn't know what to do with her." Come off it. She enjoyed the heavy thickness of their shafts in her hands. She became fascinated with the sagging black balls swinging in front of her face as worshiped their cocks. She soon felt it strangly comforting to be owned by her tormentors as she watched their black dicks parting her red lips, filling her little white mouth, pushing back to her throat. And even though the anal sex was extremely painful, the pain often brought pleasure as she felt completely owned in this method of sex. If they.