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Blowjobs are phone sex fun for those who enjoy a terrible girl like Moi.
It’s French class, and I am bored as hell. Who in the world has to take summer classes for an elective course? I did and had to do so one-on-one with the French teacher. If I wanted to pass the lesson, move on to the next semester, and have credit, I would have to do so.
You know I am a party girl, and I can do so many other things with my time instead of taking a make-up class for a language I will never need. So I plotted and assumed, why not do what I do best, sucking my way out of this mess.
Professor Beaufoy was hot enough, and I did it without hesitation. He fought me a bit but couldn’t contain his pleasure and finally let me at it and let me enjoy my summer with a promise there would be many more cock sucking sessions. Bien sûr, à plus tard professeur Beaufoy! 😉
Giving up Cock control was a mistake that got me a hot creampie!
Leaning away from him and giving up my cock control was a mistake, and I knew it the moment I saw his expression widen, his cock grow, and his body leap on me. He dragged me to the floor, and for a glorious moment his lips were on mine. It felt so very right, my head swimming and my heart aching – that was until I was torn out of the moment by a tearing sound. My panties, he tore my expensive, really cute pawprint panties? I couldn’t tell if I should be impressed with his boldness and desire to fuck the juices right out of my needy pussy or absolutely furious. I chose both. There’s a concept called angry sex that’s only just behind college coed sex, and I got to have both today. Angry sex is furious, passionate, ready and wet and so covered in pussy juice. “You’re mine.” He rumbled, his thick cock splitting me open with a single stroke that struck me deep and made the part of me that was impressed so wet it could cum from that alone. “Don’t forget your place!” I probably wouldn’t ever again if he continued to act like this. His dick throbbing deep as he pumped me like I deserved. I could feel him encroaching with something wonderful, his balls churning up the gravy I want so deep it hurts to think about. The emptiness inside of me needs to be filled with what he has to provide, and the good news is I bet he’s a good chef and can keep me full for nine or ten months with one dose of creampie phone sex. I could feel him start to spurt molten loads of seed right into my needy cunt and use his cock as a tool to stir it up and mix it in deep inside of me.
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Briona’s allure lies not just in her stunning appearance she’s a master of acrobatics and dance. However, beneath the cheerleader’s uniform skirt lies an untamed desire that only the chosen few have the privilege to witness. Briona’s hidden sensuality awakens after the cheers fade away, leaving room for a private performance that tantalizes the senses Guided masturbation. Behind the vibrant, good-girl, cheerleading persona is a nasty, Cum shots on tits kind of girl. Try some Cheerleader Phone sex and fuck the cheerleader that you never could in collage
As she flips, twists, and cheers, Bri deserves to be physically celebrated with unapologetic, hard, strong cock. She effortlessly commands attention In and out of the spotlight, On or off the field.
I Love Cock control, teasing a guy till he can’t take it!
Sometimes the art of the strip tease is about showing off your pussy without actually showing it off until he’s hard as a rock, it’s about cock control. Sometimes it’s best to wear tight clothes and take them off one layer at a time so the man has to imagine a bit. Not a lot, you want skin showing, you want each article that falls off to reveal a little more skin, a little more flesh, a little more desire. You need every move to feel perfect, hauntingly sexy, to show off your whole body and get him just a little closer. I love when a man’s looking at me and his cock is in his hand, he’s jerking, stroking, getting ready to blow his load the moment he can see what I have to offer. I’m ready, I’m hot, and as the last real piece fell off my body, revealing my thick titties and bare pussy, I knew he couldn’t take it anymore. He was about to get ready to start pounding this pussy hard, and I was about ready to get fucked into something wonderful. Afterglow isn’t called that because you’re happy – though you are – afterglow is called that because you’re so damn bright and ready for anything after a good orgasm that it’s practically magic.