.Vahase vo log bus me bethe fir me nikla ghar pe pahuncha to main door thoda khula huva tha or pooja kisi ke sath phone par baate kar rahi thimene chu...p kar suna ki bo kisse bate kar rahi hai fir thoda thoda samaj me aya ke pooja ka koi b. F. Hai to un logo ki kuch esi baate sun kar mera mood ek dum badal gya vo log sex ke bare me. Bat kar rahe the to me turant bahar ki aur jakar door ko knock kiya to pooja ne cl rakh kar aayi fir mere man me to unki baate hi chal rahi thi mene ab tak kabhi. Karen stood in the doorway, naked, her large nipples rock hard, a slight sheen of perspiration glistening all over her body and a mixture of cum and her own pussy juices running down the inside of her legs. "Jesus, Karen, what the hell are you doing!?!" I grabbed frantically for my blankets and threw them over my lower half. It was a somewhat useless gesture, though, since my cock made a tent out of those blankets in a major way.She looked at me with an arrogant little smirk on her face. . This was the moment in his long career that he had often fantasized about. By the time they got to the administrative office Miss Praved could feel her vagina begging for release, pleading to be filled up with a cock. The semen had mostly dried and now her blouse clung to her while her jeans were beginning to stain in the crotch. She was thrown into the principal’s office as he stayed in the reception area to no doubt discipline the student. Our teacher was confused as to why she was feeling. Sure, why not, I said, figuring it’d make the next little while more pleasant. I took the joint and drew a haul off it, savouring the taste as I inhaled. I passed it back, not wanting to be greedy, and he shook his head no, raising his hand to tell me to hang onto it a bit longer. I exhaled, nodding my thanks, and took another haul. ‘Where you headed?’ he asked, smiling, a little pie-eyed. ‘Not sure yet,’ I lied, making like a chimney before I passed the joint back. He laughed a little. ‘You’re.