And what did you reply?” I mouthed. It was hit or miss whether Kelly came during our lovemaking but at that moment she was juicing all over my belly and matting the pubic hair over my balls. Staying behind last after class one day, Kelly shuffled uncomfortably on the spot as if she desperately needed the toilet. “I’ve been a bad girl today,” she confessed with a little-girl pout, the shaft inflating instantly in her grip. They stuck firmly to the halter, my nipples pressing really hard against the wet cotton – as hard as they are now.”
I cast a glance across. I almost cried out. “Tell me how he fucked you.”
“Brutally,” she groaned, “his cock was like a length of long hard piping. The first wad hit my tits. It splashed everywhere and he ordered me to rub it in. “Did he, Kelly?” I prompted. I gasped unashamedly as Kelly drew back the foreskin lovingly.
