Taylor Wayne

‘Isabelle I can’t hear you. Speak up.’ ‘I haven’t...got any panties.’ She looked at him with wide doe-eyes. Mr Edwards throat went dry. [/i]Oh my God.[/i] He pinched himself. This is happening. This is really happening. His cock strained so hard against his pants he thought they might split. All big cock reservations and considerations were drowned out by his oral raging desire to ravage the sweet thing that stood before him. ‘Isabelle...you can’t be serious.’ He stood up, not breaking eye contact. ‘You’re not seriously suggesting...you would prance into my classroom, all sheepish and apologetic, whilst you were wearing nothing under your skirt?’ As he stood up Isabelle saw a tightness in his trousers. Their faces were inches away, and Isabelle was breathing hard. ‘But Sir...surely you can understand…I wouldn’t lie to you.’ She bit her lip. ‘I just got carried cum away...I don’t know what to do.’ ‘Isabelle, that’s enough. I need to know if you’re lying to me. If you are, Isabelle, your punishment will be worse than if you’re breaking the dress code.’ ‘B-but Sir, you can’t be suggesting…oh, it’s not right...you’re my teacher...’ ‘Isabelle you seem to be in no fit state to be making moral judgements. Now if you’re not willing to display your innocence then I will for you.’ He couldn’t believe his luck. Here was one of his cutest students, tremoring and bending to his will, right in front of him. This is even easier than I imagined… She knew she should be worried, that this wasn’t appropriate, but she felt so hot under his intense gaze, and so powerless when he grabbed her with his firm hands. ‘But Sir!’ she squealed as he sat down, adorable pulling her, face first, onto his lap. ‘You’re not just breaking school rules young lady, you’re a naughty little tease. It seems you are blonde sorely in need of some discipline.’ Isabelle yelped as her warm chest landed on his legs, her ass pointing in the air. Isabelle squealed and kicked her long smooth legs, wrapped in white stockings. ‘Shhhh, Isabelle. You’re already in trouble. We went into the bedroom and I helped her take her clothes off. “We are getting reports from all active decks of... uh... anomalous attacks on female crew members.” Communications officer, Ensign Dwayne Tiffin nodded toward where navigator Markly was bound over the spanking horse and cleared his throat loudly before continuing. Just enough to pass my head before slowly lowering herself again and for the first time in my life I got to see her pussy. My hips pumped faster and faster, driving my cock into the depths of her pussy. adorable In my head, it sounded like a decent job. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. Then she was riding the cum cock slowly up and down. My future wife's maid of honor was lying in my bed naked not a stitch on, with her left hand on her right tit massaging it and rolling her nipple between her thumb and finger pinching it and squirming in self pleasure. I knew my brother's secret. She was wearing jeans and a conservative button-down blouse. God, I've never been deep throated before. I stiffened as someone walked through the gap, skirts rustling. I whimpered as Daddy's cock moved lower and lower. When the pants were gone she reached up and spread those gorgeous soft cheeks wide to show off her bleached pink asshole. He stopped midway of a groan, realising my devious plan. The nipple was slightly gaping, covering the slit of my urethra and making wet sucking noises. The girl fell to the floor, slipping as she hit the ground. Slut." With that, my tongue responded in vigor, teaching her my ways. oral “Yes, anywhere. When she looked up at him, he smiled at her and kissed her on her lips. She just took a little bit of me, and made you.” Portia hammered on with a staggering speed on her phone when I extended my hand to say goodbye. She clenched her teeth as her body went ridged, muscles stood out on her neck as big cock he gave out a hissing scream through her clenched teeth. I know that Mom wouldn’t leave the house without locking you in the cage.” Don't get me wrong, I prefer to have a history and relationship with someone I sleep with. Paloma nodded, her pigtails swaying about her head. But our third man was a slim Rastafarian named Jamal. She had pulled up her feet on the couch and obviously liked how it felt under her fishnets. Never had her pussy been opened this far before. She stood beside him careful not to block his view of the television. What an odd couple. This happened to me about 6 years ago. "Roll down your window sir!" “See ya.” blonde Using the slightest of touches I start to raise my fingers up her leg one by one barely tickling the fabric. "Nothing."