I could hear the sound of her breathing becoming more and more labored and the sound of her wetness around my cock. The feeling of her skin underneath... mine and the touch of her hands was intensified. It was a welcome change from pounding her with the tv turned up or the billboard top 100 blasting from the stereo. This time it was just us. I was almost in a trance taking in the sensation of everything involved and before we knew it I was thrusting into her pussy deep and hard but not fast. Still. I don’t want you feeling like you’re under some sort of pressure just because of me.’ After slumping a little and scratching her cheek, she wrote back, ‘You can’t see my tummy, can you?’ ‘No,’ he fibbed once more, enjoying the momentarily clear image of her face and torso, noting her stomach, though not toned, was definitely flat. ‘What’s wrong with your tummy?’ ‘What ISN’T wrong with my tummy?’ Her brow furrowed and she slumped a little more. ‘No girls seem to be happy with their bodies.’ This. Still, over the four years of teaching, girls had realized he just wasn’t interested and had backed off. It wasn’t that Jess lusted after him…. she just…. liked him. She looked up to him. She’d had conversations with him way deeper than just her grade point average or what was on TV the night before. She managed to tease him about things and not get in trouble (mostly cause she kept it out of class). She was one of the best students in his classes, if not book-wise than in terms of involvement.. He started sawing in and out of my pussy and I was getting wetter by the moment. Jerome's cock felt so good when his balls slapped off my ass I was surprised he got the whole thing in. I wrapped my legs around his waist "Why the condom?" I had to know."I didn't want to catch anything from a slut like you" he said."What? I'm clean. I haven't been with anyone since I got married" slap."You ain't nothing but a BCS and you know it" he said."What the fuck is a BCS? OHHHHHHH" I moaned."Black cock.