The Professor savagely works himself inside of me, abusing my G-spot to his delight as he feels me wildly squirm between his body and the window. He r...eleases his hot warmth inside of me and I moan loudly, some of the sound escaping through his fingers. He continues pumping to spread his massive load over what is his. I feel myself join him as I come hard, feeling his cock actually pulse with each release. I’ve never felt this before - what type of game is this?YOU WIN. PROFESSOR MAGNUS IS. Like president oobama like what the hell is a moonkey doinnnng in the whitee house it makes no sense. ie should assasinnnate presindent obama hahahahahahaahaha ASSassinate. put a bullet innn his ass and send him back to the zooi to run arround with the other chimps and leave the unitednsstates of ameeerica free for human beings. as for that matter bill clingtonn was a NIGGERLOVER and should bee sennnt to hell right awwway because he is a piesec of shist and reagan was the best presindent. The crassness of my mind was a victim to the sexual frustration of my body. I yearned for more; it was devouring any sense of rationality. I was captive to her and felt the sweet defeat of accepting it. My frustration was nothing compared to what confronted me next. It was the unforgettable sound of brittle moans, different in tone and from their pitch – they were feminine. As we approached down the zig-zagged corridor, it was two voices, soft and clearly experiencing pleasure. Awash with. I wanted to put my hand down his jeans and have a feel but I couldn’t force myself to do it. It was like I came over all shy. This was weird coz I’m not usually shy like this.He realised I wasn’t gonna put my hand down his jeans.“I’ll show you.”He stood up and he dropped his jeans and boxers.I took a good look at his balls.“Yeah, they do need pulling out a bit, don’t they?”There was nothing shrivelled up about his dick though. He was cut and he had a nice big bulbous head.I couldn’t believe my.