Their tongues played as she rocked her hips up against his body. Finally, he broke the kiss and shoved her onto the bed. He flipped her over, her arms... still locked up in her shirt. He pushed her skirt up out of the way and mounted her.“Take me,” she whispered. “Take your slut.”He fucked her. Their eyes locked as he did. His cock slammed into her again and again.“What are you?” he asked.“Yours,” she replied. “I’m yours. I’m yours. I’m yours.”She kept repeating it as the next orgasm built. Her. Dann drückten sie meinen Oberkörper vor. Ich hörte das Geräusch einer Tube und es floss mir kühle Creme über den Arsch und zwischen die Backen. Ein Finger übernahm es, das Gleitgel zwischen den Arsch zu verteilen und es auch ausgiebig in mein Loch zu drücken. Dann spürte ich etwas Hartes, kühles und es wurde mir wohl ein dicker Buttplug in den Anus gepresst. Danach wurde aber wieder meine Vorderseite mit vielen Händen betastet. Eine Hand hatte den Schwanz umschlungen und zog mir die Vorhaut. .. uh ... a little distracted today."Elaine looked up again at Connor, "Looks like my Trainee is pretty eager too..." She grinned at Connor's tented shorts, and Connor felt his face get hot. He didn't try to hide it though – his Instructor trained that impulse out of him within the first week."Come along then, Connor..." She waved her hand over the recognition pad and the door to Training Pod #65 slid open silently. She stepped up the short steps, and Connor followed behind.Connor couldn't help. Five minutes. Then, well, if you really want me to leave, I will. Okay?" she said. I saw Stephanie come in. She eye'd me quizzically, but kept her distance. "Five minutes? And you'll leave me alone forevermore?" I said. "Yes, if that's the way you want it," she said. "Okay, start talking," I said. I was still seated at the bar, and was making no move to get a table or cooperate in any manner whatsoever. "Could we . . ." she said, glancing around for a more, I supposed, private venue. "Could.