Books can’t teach you this Part 3

   Thick. That’s the only thing I could think about when Vince grabbed my head and forced himself into my waiting mouth. His cock was HUGE and think and every time he forced it to the back of my throat I felt my dripping pussy quiver. If his cock felt this good in my mouth and down my throat, I could only imagine how amazing it would feel buried deep inside my tight, dripping cunt. I glanced up at Vince and saw that while pleasure was obvious on his face, he seemed cool, calm and collected. 

   As if on cue, he looked me straight in he eye and started to mock me about how desperate I must be to have his thick, hard cock deep inside my dripping pussy. All i could do is nod and moan. He grabbed me by my hair and pulled me up. He ordered me to bend over the table at the end of the books shelves and wasted no time holding my head down against the table and holding my arms behind my back. The instant his cock thrust into me I was writhing. He was stretching me to my limits, and I could already feel an intense orgasm fast approaching. In moments it was over. I felt pleasure overtake me… my cunt squeezed around Vince’s cock and he burst inside me. It wasn’t until I came down from my high that I realized Vince had already taken his leave. I hope to see him again soon, the things he can teach me can’t be learned from books…

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