He was honestly the reason I decided to take a poetry class. As much as I longed to take a fiction workshop, I couldn't pass up four hours a week star...ing at him in his flannel shirts. It was an added bonus that his class would help me in getting my creative writing major. We eventually became good friends, maybe a bit more flirty than most teacher student relationships. When I'd walk by him he'd always give my arm a squeeze and I'd wink at him. The first time he was caught off guard and as I. Now both are in nude. I squeezed the boobs and sucked those nipples. She moaned and said, ‘slowly!! Please! Today mine is yours!! Common take me!!! Those words made me mad and I left no parts untouched on her body through my lips. She kissed on my neck, lips by holding my Lund in her hand. I took her to the sofa and I fell on top of her, and both bodies twisted with each other. She said that she feel very painful in her back and also shoulder. She asked me to apply oil which relieves pain. She. The third shot hit my lips because my cock was throbbing around and I was totally absorbed in my orgasm. I still didn't like the taste of it, but I loved the sight of those shots blasting into my mouth, and the texture was like nothing else.Over the years, I would occasionally shoot my load into my mouth, or scoop it up and taste or eat it. I got more accustomed to the taste and didn't mind it so much.Back in the present, my mind was focused on having cum in my mouth. My orgasm was coming on. ”“I fucking hate you,” I shouted and pounded up the stairs to my room.As I slammed the door to my room a movement in the corner caught my eye.“Grant, what do you think you’re doing?” I hissed.“You know damn well what I’m doing up here,” he said coming towards me slowly, “I heard how you were talking to your mother; it was completely uncalled for young lady.”He dragged me against him, so my back was to his front and crammed his hand down the front of my jeans.“Already wet and ready,” he murmured.