“Master,” she purred as I came up to her. “You got that little ho trained.”
“Gotta keep a firm hand with them,” I grinned, throwing up the door to the boy’s restroom. Sex “But you’ll need to do more pussy licking after classes.”
“Yes, Mistress,” I moaned. Her pale face trembled, her body shaking like she prepared to flinch. “Just a slut.”
“I am!” she beamed at them, drinking in their humiliation. Shoulders shooks, breasts heaved. Not as agile as a few months ago, but allowances had to be made for her condition. “Yes, yes, yes, drink my pussy cream!”
She feasted on them. I grunted, her tight bowels engulfing my cock. She’d cum so hard. Guys whooped as I groaned. Her juices flooded my mouth. My clit begged for attention. She shuddered, her nipples poking at her girlish blouse. Fucking dyke-cunt, lick my Black pussy! “I’d let you!”
Her hips undulated, the pleasure shivering through her. Slim fingers rubbed at my pussy. I knew your cousin was a slut, but, damn!”
“You have no idea,” I said, my dick so hard. I leaned in, breathing in her sweet musk, beads of dew appearing on her curls as she trembled.
