Her fingers pressed on her clitoral hood and shaped her vulva so that her urethra would fire an arc of urine. Instead, it sprayed all over her thighs,... trickling down her calves and mixing with water at her feet. Unable to resist the kinkiness of her bad aim, she shoved her ridged shampoo bottle into her vagina. Her thrilled Kegel muscles thanked her dearly and rewarded her with an orgasm that almost gust the wind out of her. Knees shaking, she washed her cum off the bottle.As she worked soap. I drank my coffee, completed my morning ablutions then got dressed and headed to the kitchen. The smell of the bacon wafted up the stairs to meet me, and I entered the kitchen with a big smile on my face. I stopped dead in my tracks….and the smile just got bigger.Barbara had taken off the dressing gown, revealing a black, silky night shirt. She was bent over getting some plates out of a kitchen cupboard, and I was greeted with a view of her shapely legs, right up to the top of her thighs. The. Now what were you doing leaving school grounds so late at night with five other students?” The mood in the office shifted intensely as the silence grew between the young student and her superior. “Headmaster, I was just curious.” Gina said softly refusing to lift her chin from her chest. He rose from his heavy, official looking chair, moving around the desk towards the innocent looking girl. She felt his presence right next to her shivering body as he stared down menacingly at her shrinking. Four... three...” the spiky-haired producer said.I adjusted my blonde hair while Adelia settled into her pose, looking so calm and poised. If it weren't for her flushed cheeks and glistening forehead, you'd never know she just rode my futa-dick to a screaming orgasm.“Welcome back,” Adelia said, a touch breathless. “Today were celebrating President Becky Woodward's birthday with a thirty year retrospective on how the world's first futa has shifted everyone's paradigm.”I smiled at the camera,.