Krazy8katie2:I sit directly underneath youkrazy8katie2:slowly lift my headkrazy8katie2:and rest my lips on your heavy ballskrazy8katie2:and you moan a...nd squirmkrazy8katie2:so loudkrazy8katie2:the locker room echoskrazy8katie2:I think these balls need sucked on I saykrazy8katie2:I open my lips widerkrazy8katie2:and you feel my warm mouth sucking on them driving you madkrazy8katie2:You feel me mouth cricumnavigating themkrazy8katie2:and you go bananaskrazy8katie2:I then feel super naughty and. Any movement on her part was just more pain for her.Releasing her nipple, I sat back up and started trailing the knife down her chest to her stomach, the point leaving a thin white trail as it grazed her flesh. I stopped the knife as it got to the top of her shorts. I put the handle of the knife on her pussy mound and slid it down her crack. I put the blade between Bunnygirl's thighs and, using the handle, I rubbed her clit knowing full well she didn't dare close her legs for fear of getting. But after I showed them proof, I got a steady supply of blowjobs from both of them, for a couple of months. So that I wouldn’t tell Naomi's mom, whom I work with. And to keep Wendy's secret from her mom as well.It’s no secret that Naomi is a slut. She would rather have you believe she’s an angel. She’s five foot, six. Long, curly black hair, with a slender, fit body. She’s on the cheer squad, and I think, she’s got the best legs of the whole squad. Not to mention, she fucks like a whore, after. “I have been doing some research of my own.” She said, a look of pride at her endeavour crossing her cheeky face. “What sort of research?” I enquired. “Not the sort where I sit you in front of a computer,” she replied with a hint of sarcasm. “Not like you did to me with the squirting material a few weeks ago.” “I was just trying to help!” I said with a broad grin, the tip of my tongue flicking each nipple. “Oh, you did, and I know we both got a lot of benefit out of it.” Her fingers combed.