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Her round ass was in front of me. All what was between my hand and her ass was her underwear."Will you pull them down or keep admiring?" Mom asked me.I started to pull down the panty. It was an amazing feeling. Once I brought them below the hips, I could clearly see her ass and asshole too. I moved my fingers once through it and sniffed. I had totally forgotten it is my mom who is in front of me and I was fully acting pervert by now. She didn’t say anything. I pulled down the panty to her knees. That was a strange greeting. But, recovering, he said "I think I need help. I can't keep a girlfriend because they say I don't satisfy them." "Well, you have called the right place. Mistress has an opening, and can see you this afternoon at 2pm. She will explain everything, and then if you decide to stay, you will be instructed when to return and what to bring." the pleasant voice told him. Ryan thought the woman sounded slightly turned on as well. Two o'clock rolled around, and Ryan walked. To her, this part of her body is a place meant only for the bathroom, the shower, the toilet.I kiss my way down her pinned-up thighs, enjoying every soft delicate inch of her skin down here. And when I reach the pussy, I dive straight in, nuzzling and forcing my way through her puffy outer lips. I sniff and lick and suck, little beads of blood from her cruel wedgie teasing my tongue. She tastes a bit salty, hasn’t washed all that recently, everything prudishly pinched tight and stuffed in. "Fuuuuck....." I moaned out loud. "What have I gotten myself into here?"The next day I was heading to my classroom from the faculty workroom when Emily caught up with me."Found another one!" she told me. "I came in here this morning, but you weren't here." Then she walked into my empty room. I stood there for another minute, and when no one was around to notice, I followed her into the empty classroom.Today she was wearing black leggings and a Wolverines Track and Field hoodie. Damn, those.
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Julianne was a minx, I could tell, as she moaned and pushed down on my fingers when I slid them into her cunt. “Come over here, both of you,” I instructed after I had finished Julianne’s spanking. They stood, stark naked in front of me and both were clearly aroused, and I certainly was. I noticed them staring at my cock which was straining at my shorts and twitching uncontrollably. “Are you sorry for what you did?” I asked them. They smiled at each other, glancing again at the bulge in my. You need to be touched, don’t you?” He was driving me wild, because he wasn't offering to touch me. He was making me do it myself, that fucking bastard! My hands slid down into my panties and began probing my pussy and rubbing hard at my throbbing mound. I was so fucking wet by now that we could both almost taste the sweet musky fragrance. Bill began unbuttoning my blouse, sliding his fingers inside my bra and caressing my smooth rounded flesh. As his rough fingertips scraped not-too-gently.

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