Then I reached her pussy. I pressed into her thick lips, parting them as my tongue darted between her public thick labia. I caressed her, gathering up her spicy musk fresh from the source. “Oh, yes, yes, Mr. Davies,” she moaned. “Ooh, this is better than taking a test.” Her hips wiggled back and forth. She smeared her pussy into my face, coating me with her passion. I dug my tongue into her. I swirled it around her folds, teasing her. She whimpered and groaned. She ground her vulva back into my hungry mouth. “That's it!” she moaned. “Ooh, yes, yes, teach me! Teach me how a man eats pussy! Not a boy! Mr. Davies!” Her girlish squeals rippled around me, mixing with the scratch of pencils. My doggy style fingers dug into her rump as my tongue darted through her folds. With her bent over, I stared at her asshole. It Hardcore winked at me as I dug my tongue through her pussy lips, caressing her and lapping up her spicy juices. I shuddered, my dick throbbing, wild ideas passing through me. I missionary flicked my tongue up through her folds, across her taint, and nuzzled my face between the cheeks of her ass. I flicked her teen sour sphincter, dancing over it and coating it in my saliva and some of her pussy cream. “Mr. Davies!” she gasped, her butt-cheeks clenching about my face. “That's new! Ooh, I like that!” “None of those boys rimmed your ass?” I asked her then flicked my tongue around her sphincter. “No!” she gasped. “Matthew definitely didn't do this!” I pulled my lips away, glancing at the buff-faced football player filling out his test, a perplexed look on his face. He had no idea I was eating out a girl he'd fucked. I smiled and dove back into her pussy. I flicked my tongue through her spicy juices, savoring the flavor before I lapped back up to her asshole. I went back and forth, licking her folds before flicking up to her sour asshole. she sleepily puts her hand over mine, laces our fingers, squeezes my hand and slides it down over her taught stomach. She was quiet for a teen Hardcore while then said Daddy there is a problem, someone at the house put a tracker on your car. every pace of his cock my pussy became more tense until we both climaxed simultaneously my pussy sprayed his cock with my You two can share the good feelings, but if it’s associated with public bad feelings, you two share that too.” She shuffled her notes. After a brief discussion the siblings learned they would be spending the next week in a motel and they would have to pack some clothes for the week. “Keep them closed until I say.” I held her arm and led her forward. But I couldn't be mad about that. He thought it might not be the wisest thing to do doggy style but then thought about what little real benefit he had seen by being overly cautious. He took her into his missionary arms and nuzzled himself against her body with his head over her shoulder. “Why?” I asked, “You have completed your mission, Untethered One. SHIT!