Damn. Amateur porn I couldn’t focus, unable to thinking about anything but that insane, rapid orgasm that burst through my pussy at the start of class. I raced naked through the halls. “You’re really my slut?”
“Yes, Master,” she moaned, her voice throaty with passion. Sent!”
“Letting everyone know you’re my slut?” I asked. If he didn’t slouch so much and took care of his hair, he’d be rather handsome. This crazy post you put on Facebook is disgusting. She wasn’t used to being mocked. She was an expert cock-sucker. I had nothing to be ashamed of. I bet she’d love to lick Paris’s pussy. It was so unfair. “What did it look like to you?”
“That I was missing out on all the fun,” Victor said, shaking his head. She licked her lips while she tugged my jeans down my thighs, exposing my cock tenting my boxers. My pussy grew even hotter. Her hand reached behind her, sliding along the blue-painted door until she found the knob.
