Chapitre 113: You Better Believe It
Bruce had never experienced anal sex in his entire life and especially hadn't ever felt something as tight as being inside of Tina Swift's ass. The thought that he was pumping his stiff cock into the bottom of the cute blonde that sat next to him in Advanced Calculus only made the situation hotter as far as he was concerned. He knew he would not be able to last very long, but he tried his hardest to maintain control. He ran the day's specials inside of his head, trying to give some distraction to the unbelievable pleasure he was feeling. Moo Goo Gai Pan. $ 9.95. General Tsao's... oh, she felt so damn good!
Tina's perfect globes of ass cheeks clapped loudly against his skin as he thrust in and out of her. Bruce could feel sweat beginning to drip down his forehead and the side of his cheeks and could see it glistening on Tina's arching back. A bead slipped between his lips, and he licked it up, a salty flavor invading his mouth.
"Oh, fuck! Aren't I a slut?" Tina cried as Bruce let her have it with a deep thrust. She moaned. The heat of Bruce's cock in her ass was an amazing sensation. She absolutely loved this.
"Oh, yeah. You're a fucking anal whore," Bruce breathed as he continued to fuck her. Bruce grabbed a handful of blonde curls and pulled it a little as he continued to pump, his thrusts becoming more and more rapid. Tears began to form in Tina's eyes as he fucked her, her hands working at her own pussy, her swollen clit caught between two rubbing fingers.
Just before Tina had managed to get herself worked up to orgasm, she felt Bruce suddenly pull out of her and spray her backside with a copious amount of warm semen. Dammit! She supposed her luck with orgasms had to end sometime.
Bruce collapsed onto the couch next to her, his cock still slick with various juices. It flapped as he sat down, reminding Tina of those old door stoppers, the ones that she would push down as a kid to hear their metallic "twaaaang" as they bounced up and down or left to right until back to normal.
"From now on, that's how our study sessions should be," he sighed. Tina snuggled up next to him, her asshole still burning slightly from the fucking it had gotten, a feeling that Tina found strangely pleasurable.
"You better believe it," she said with a girlish giggle.
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
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Power Stone 
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