I frowned, smelling something in the air. I had my tongue buried so deep in her. Keep licking her asshole, slut. Miss Daisy’s cunt is convulsing about me! balled up any longer. I bet it was all hormonal, my drive to reproduce with a healthy male combining with my infatuation for my friend was pushing me past my fear. They were such a waste of time. “But, at the very least, you can confirm that she does have a crush on you.”
An idea rippled through my head. I had such a good sex slave. I twisted her ponytail about my hand, nodding my head in agreement. The cream flowed out of her. “You love my cock, Miss Daisy!” I growled. Bit by bit, I unrolled the nylons down her lush legs. Miss Daisy. I was off to see my favorite teacher. I normally stood on her left side.
