I smiled, stroking her short hair, feeling so naughty while Mom gasped in the background, enjoying Daddy’s cock. Then Becky was before me. He was the only man for me. Mrs. Her skirt swayed about her thighs. My chair creaked as she rode me. She worked that tight snatch up and down my cock. Then Brenda entered. Her pussy lips parted around the tip. “Yeah?” I panted. She wasn’t wearing panties, either, naughty girl. I needed something important. I gasped and bucked as she sucked. It’s none of the guys. “Have fun.”
“Oh, we will,” Becky moaned, her delicious tits rubbing up and down my cock. The first student who entered was Vin, a guy who dressed like a punk-rocker outside of classes, his hair dyed a hue of black so dark it was clearly artificial.
