.this is the first test of Sluttimay...don't worry...everyonepasses this test" and I don't know what came over me as I was trying toget focused before... the tournament, but it felt like I was druggedbecause all I could think about was tearing that fishnet dress off ofthis slut and ravaging this gorgeous woman.We immediately started to makeout like two sloppy drunks...drunk onlust. Before I knew it, she had pushed me on the bed and started tocrawl toward me with her perfect breasts swinging back. Jessica sat at the first table she could find with a spot open, while Stacey had to sit on the floor behind her like a dog, she could see many other girls in the room sitting on the floor with her, this made her feel a little better, after Jessica had eaten all the meat she could and tossed a few scraps to Stacey the first and only bell of the day rang telling everyone that spit master class was about to begin.Everyone in the main hall got up and walked toward there designated classroom with. Occasionally, I’d slip half the length of my finger inside. She’d love it, but the idea of my 7” cock buried deep in her arse, was not her idea of a good time. “What changed?”, I thought to myself. Who cares. This is going to awesome. The day was a blur. From one meeting to the next, I couldn’t keep my mind from wandering. How will her tight ass receive my cock? How good is going to feel being buried balls deep into her once forbidden hole. Finally, 5pm arrived and it was time to. Holding her close, I kissed her again. The playful teasing of her tongue and gentle pressure of her lips was a sweet pleasure. Her soft breasts were pressed hard against my chest, and her hands rested on my back as they held me close. My own hands ran through her long hair first, eventually leaving it to take a squeeze or two from her firm ass. As I squeezed, her crotch raised to mine slightly. My lips left her own and kissed slowly down her chin and to her neck. There I lingered briefly,.