You shake as I lick the top of your clit. It is fully erect and must send pounding sensations through your body. “Don’t stop” you say to m...e. I take it in my mouth and flap my tongue back and forth. I curl my fingers inside you and slide them up against the top wall of your pussy. You jerk and shake as I rub one spot with my fingers. I can feel your legs start to shake as I hum against your clit. I make my tongue wide and fat as I stroke your clit faster and faster. Your. And I feel a hot humming from my clit. I think you’re right. You are right. About all of it.”She smiled, dimpling again. “And how will knowing this change you?”“I AM a cum slut,” I said. “A pussy-eating, cocksucking, cum-bathing, sperm swallowing, cum slut. Nobody has to dominate me any more, to force me to have what I want anyway. I want to experience sex in all of it’s incarnations, and I’m… I’m proud of it. It’s what I am, and from now on I’m going to make the most of it. No hiding. No. See you later," he says, walking away. * I walk through the quiet hallway that leads to Professor Hunter's office. Everyone had already left, anxious to get home, yet here we are, still at school. I sigh as I get to his door. I knock and I hear him tell me to go in. I open the door and walk inside. Professor Hunter looks up at me but doesn't smile like before. "Close the door behind you, Isobel." I turn around and close the door. Memories of what had happened in here two weeks ago makes me. “It’s not me. You just like hot Hispanic women.”“Me and John Wayne,” Bob laughed. “You are my special hot tamale.”“No one has ever made me cum like you do, Bob. I’m already wet, and you haven’t been here five minutes.”Bob turned her around and pressed her against the front door. “I’m here to help the grieving widow,” he growled in her ear. “I plan to fuck that sweet pussy of yours until you beg me to stop.”Pushing her ass back against his growing cock, Maria snarled, “I’ll take your big cock.