Wish we would have pursued this last year, huh?" I rather would have earned my A like I did, instead of fucking my way to it, Mr. Davis. But I always ...enjoyed how tough you were, and imagined you'd probably fuck like it too"We laughed and I felt a little embarrassed, still."Well," he began, "I guess I better get back to it, I've got a lot of work to do."I was afraid he would say that, but I guess I didn't know what I should expect at this point. He got up and started putting his clothes on,. My ego was in no need of stroking. A petite minx, I had a wild mane of wavy chestnut hair that framed my delicateface. I loved my hair this way; it was a symbol of my spirit and my crowningglory. Flashing green eyes belied the intelligence behind them. My boyfriendsalways said that my pouty, bow-shaped lips were made for cock sucking. I hada healthy looking body from years of tennis, racquetball, and running. My breastswere not spectacular, but more than a mouthful is a waste. The first month. “I was wondering how the photographer could have refrained from fucking those enticing wet pussy. If I were the photographer, I would have begged you to allow me to fuck that luscious pussy. If he had not fucked you, he would have definitely masturbated for several nights thinking about you”, I told her when she was rubbing my cock.“You naughty, it was my friend Julia who had taken those photos. Do you know photography? May be I can try you next time”, she grinned at me and continued rubbing my. After several minutes of eating her, I moved up and shoved my cock into her, finding her tight and very wet. I really pounded her hard and she moaned and scratched my back with her fingers. I fucked her for a good five minutes before cumming. When I pulled out and rolled over we were both silent for a moment.Still on her back, she spoke to me.“You really are a stud,” she said, “You’re just like your father; you take what you want, when you want it.”“You like it, don’t you?” I asked her.“Yes,.