“Lie down on my desk, Johana,” Mom purred, her hands grabbing my waist and pushing me back until my rump brushed the edge of her desk. “Massage her. I took a deep breath as I reached President McTaggart. She pinched my nipples, my futa-dick throbbing. I groaned as she stroked me. Then I glanced at the girl who thought my dick was cute darted up. “Not too late to have me eat you,” Samantha said. Her purrs. “Just demonstrate to the girls how to give head. “What do you say, Johana? “Way to go, Hair Trigger!” snorted Eve Mathers. I could still remember them flashing their bare beavers during the assembly this morning. “Ooh, Johana, do you like my pussy.”
“Uh-huh,” I moaned, twitching, my breasts jiggling as she worked that hot twat up and down my girl-dick. Ludmila winked at me then shook her tits. Hard. Of course, futas love that, too, but they don’t need much to make their cocks hard or their pussies wet.
