After a few seconds of submissive kneeling, she watched as my hand tightened around my shaft and a thick rope of white cum spilled forth, creating a s...ticky translucent line across her pretty face from her eye to her chin. Holding her firmly by the hair I groaned, stroked my hand once more and spilled more of the hot fluid downonto the thong wedged into her open mouth. A few seconds later Paris found herself staring with one eye as I gazed down at cum covered spectacle I had just created. I. I crossed my feet behind him,holding him there as I dug my fingers into hisshoulders. The sudden orgasm ripped through me, my pussy grippingand releasing him in rapid succession as my body shookand my legs went all trembly. He stayed still, then ourmouths parted and he put his mouth close to my ear.“Fucking horny bitch, you couldn’t wait.”“Don’t stop, just fuck me now!”“Your cunts dripping” he started to fuck me, hard butslow.I loosened my grip. The day had been slow, boring in fact and the asinine music was gouging a hole in his head. He had sold some ice cream, but it was all to groups of kids or with adults around. The groups of kids were frustrating all shouting and screaming at once, Zed preferred one on one contact with them. As far as the adults go, they just made Zed nervous, inspecting the ice cream before giving it to the kids, as if Zed might try to poison them or something. Just the thought of that was an insult. As he. Her breasts were rounded and fitted neatly in Sir Kieran’s hands as he caressed them. Her vagina was bare, completely bare! Unlike Miss Robertson who had a neat strip of light brown hair, Miss Cook had shaved her haven completely. This aroused Sir Kieran even more and he plunged his left hand down in between her legs and began to wiggle his fingers around, exploring her clitoris and occasionally running a finger inside Miss Cook, making her squirm and squeal with excitement. Sir Kieran pushed.