“Really?”Kyleigh nodded. “You're so smart. Top of the class. You're going to be valedictorian, I can just feel it.”Becky's cheeks blushed, her... fingers rubbing at my cunt still, my body trembling from my orgasm. “I don't know what to say.”Kyleigh winked at her. “So... I'll lick your mom's pussy while she licks you. How does that sound?”“Wonderful,” I said, my body trembling. “I love giving a woman her first taste of pussy. It's a special moment.”The naughty coed grinned at me. I took a few steps. L'espace d'un instant, je me demandais ce que je faisais l?... Etais-jemoi aussi domin?e au point de ne plus avoir d'autre choix que d'ob?iraveugl?ment ? Agathe... Ou ? Doria? Une rencontre ?trange me permit de penser ? autre chose et d'?vacuerces doutes. Une femme avec un look de ma?tresse d'?cole s?v?re, c'est-?-dire le tailleur strict, le chignon, les petites lunettes, vint medemander de servir un verre de lait ? son ?l?ve. En disant cela, elled?signait derri?re elle, un gros homme rougeaud. His fingers weren't practiced but they were keen. I'd always been a fan of avidness and he was proving to be less selfish than I'd imagined. In fact, he was proving to be quite the giver under my command. "Harder!" I cried wildly now, my face unrecognisable in comparison to the one he'd met just a few hours ago. Miss Goody Two Shoe's proverbial clit was swelling as we accepted the fate that was our growing orgasm. "Yes, fucking yesss!! Finger fuck my cunt til it squirts!" I howled. He wondered. We switched back and forth for the next twenty minutes, conducting separate interviews side by side. Naturally, there was quite a bit more focus on my date, but I was surprised by how much the reporters wanted to talk to me as well. Most screenwriters don't get that kind of press treatment. But then, most screenwriters aren't dating the female star. A part of me wished I was getting all this attention for my writing abilities, but I'll take fame however I can get it.Beckett arrived just after.