I thought of the first girl that crossed my mind—Heather Pritchard. I gave her ass another squeeze. Sex “Oh, my sweet Jesus, yes! “Make me cum in front of all these fine folks!”
Miss Cheshire seemed to have turned into quite the exhibitionist slut, so I was more than happy to oblige, and I pounded the hell out of her juicy cooch. She was a red-haired beauty and an absolute firecracker in bed. She moaned, throwing an appreciative glance over her shoulder, and gave her ass a wiggle. I reached down between her legs, feeling the heat of her cooch. My balls were boiling, prepared to unleash a flood of my baby batter. “I have a warning for you,” she moaned, her ass spasming on my pecker. Oh, my fuckin’ word!”
Her cunt grew tighter, bearing down hard on my cock as the little slut bucked on the trunk of her car. She stretched, writhing the teen’s lithe body. How could I not want ‘nother taste of your grade A cunt?”
She giggled, straightening her panties. Before I had become the Ghost, I used to sit on this very bench, and watch the girls prance about through the studio’s large windows.
