This is a story that has a lot of truth to it.
I am such a lucky sexually lucky person, go jerk off with envy!
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Taking a politics-related subject every day is annoying.
Even though there was a big-titted redhead chick (presumably of Nordic ancestry) sitting next to me in Tuesday’s Kumon class, I didn’t bother to get to know her for the first month of the semester.
Perhaps such a figure is commonplace in Western society, or perhaps there were too many old men in our class (mostly those who already had careers and came to supplement their academic backgrounds), and she didn’t have many friends in the class.
The reason I’m not in a hurry to meet her is because I always have three or four girls with me every week for a quickie, so I’m not much more than one more, and I’m getting along just fine with one less.
But you can’t always hide when opportunity knocks.
As soon as she entered the classroom this day she was sweating profusely, soaking her upper body from the waist up, but covered with a small jacket to keep her warm. The zipper was undone and a pair of breasts rose and fell in her little gasps. I glanced, oddly enough, at the bottom half of the jacket, which was tight knee-length sweatpants. Because they were pink, you could see the sweat stains too, but they didn’t look as good as the ones on her body.
Seeing her sit down, I hurriedly pulled both eyes back to her face and gave the usual greeting… “Just exercising?” I asked kindly.
“Yes!” Returned a sweet smile.
“What’s the game?”
“Squash.”
As a result of the conversation, she decided to start exercising to lose weight, in view of the fact that she is getting fat (a woman with some meat is a woman with flavor!). She decided to start exercising to lose weight, and today was the second time she played Squash in the school’s sports center.
I then started stinking up my squash game and played it a lot.
“Do you fight all by yourself?” I asked in a pretense of relief.
“I’ve been alone so far, because I really don’t know many people at school…” she said a bit coyly.
“I’ll stay with you next time then!” I was generous.
She agreed as readily as any of my other foreign girlfriends.
Note: So for those of you who live overseas like me, taking the first step is actually very simple and easy. Most foreigners like to make friends, and especially don’t care about making friends of the opposite sex. As long as you show a bit of confidence, speak with a bit of humor, plus a fact that everyone does not know: as long as you have no problem communicating, most foreign women are quite interested in yellow sex, because they rarely have the opportunity to try!
Ditching foreign chicks is not difficult, not at all! The folklore is so developed that they will want to have sex with you without even getting to know you too well.
But the prerequisite is that it is difficult to do so without a strong background in a foreign language.
That said, a week later, on Tuesday, I made a date with her to hit the waves in the gym center two hours before class.
The Squash is a one of a kind junior suite style space that is not visible from the outside.
She was wearing pretty much the same outfit as last week, but today the t-shirt turned into a cutie! My eyes immediately lit up. She didn’t blame me for noticing, but laughed and called me a “pervert”.
I casually laughed and retorted, “All men are perverts, that’s what humans are! That’s why there are so many of them on earth.”
She laughed out loud.
That’s how the race started, and as expected I led all the way and won the first race.
She was very unconvinced, and I suddenly had an idea. I suggested a few more games for fitness purposes, and she readily agreed.
I was losing on purpose, but when I was about to lose I miraculously clawed my way back into the match, and I lost by a small margin in the final game. A hard-fought victory is always sweeter, and she jumped up and down with joy when she won, my eyes widening as I took in the jumping tits.
She was as happy as a peacock when I lost again in another match, as I had done.
In the next scene, I pretended to lose interest and said, “This is no fun…”
“What? Can’t afford to lose?” She deliberately acted cute and provoked me.
“No, no prize, no excitement.” (no prize, no excitement…) “What kind of stakes do you want?” She asked, cocking her head.
“Loser takes off his shirt!” I said bluntly, laughing as if in jest.
She bit her lower lip and narrowed her eyes at me, thinking about what was so surprising about winning two games?
“OK!”
The strategy worked, and I couldn’t help but marvel at the stupidity of women. If their bodies weren’t so tantalizing and dependent on them for pregnancy, they would have been eliminated by men long ago!
Did you think I’d start killing her? No…
I purposely lost my ass!
I put my hand on my forehead when I lost, not understanding how I could have fought so poorly as I looked. Then while pretending to have an angry face on one side, I took my shirt off in front of her, revealing the upper half of my body that I had been working out for years.
After looking at me for a long time, she said, “You’ve practiced your body well,” praising my physique with a slight annoyance.
“Ma’s, I’ve decided that I have to win you!”
“Hahaha… you can’t beat me…”
“If I lose again, I’ll even take off my panties for you. But if I win, I want you to take off your top!”
She thought about it for a moment, figuring that she was bound to win, and that getting me naked would be a good way to make me the talk of the town between her and her friends.
“OK!” came the confident agreement.
After a flurry of back and forth, figures crossing paths, she got another close win. She was so happy she was about to go crazy, and I laughed out loud as I watched the losing, as it were, game.
I looked at her sweaty hair and the cutie that was wrapped tightly around her breasts and secretly got my eight-inch dick FULLY erected.
“Take it off~ You promised! ~”She still treats this as a joke, seeing me as a man so embarrassed to fulfill his promise and do such a humiliating thing.
She didn’t know that my favorite thing to do in front of women was to show off my proudly muscled and extraordinary length cock.
Without saying a word, I pulled down my sweatpants to reveal eight inches of King Kong.
I got a kick out of watching her whole face freeze up, going from triumphant glee to a wry smile.
“How’s that, good?” I asked her.
“It’s… long…” she replied honestly.
“Now that you’ve won, I’ve decided to give you a special prize.” I moved closer to her, less than 5 centimeters from face to face, and crouched down slightly, nestling my hot brother between her thighs and clamping it in place. Then I ran my hands through her long sweaty hair and kissed her deeply.
She was similar to the girls I’ve known, and almost immediately stirred her tongue with mine.
“I don’t like that you’re still wearing so much, it’s not fair!” I pulled her leggings down to the bottom.
She laughed out loud and pushed towards my shoulder as I grabbed her hand and started to extend the road biting up her upper arm, shoulder, and neck, and my hand kept taking off her little cutie that was tight from being filled with sweat.
She was even wet in her panties, and her entire body smelled of sweat from exercise, a woman’s sweat that smelled good and aroused sexual desire.
I even got rid of her shoes and socks. I like completely naked women.
She only kept grinning without resisting.
Spreading these clothes on the floor, I lay her down, opened her legs, placed my hands lightly on her inner thighs and began to knead the flesh of her legs. Bit by bit, I slowly worked my way up to the mystery zone (very, very slowly), and when I was almost there, I slid over it and followed the force up to the area of her belly below her navel. Then slid my hands down the small of my back and outward, around her waist to her hips. I squeezed the flesh of her full ass as I retraced my steps with my tongue and saliva from where my hands had just passed.
My ten fingers kept gently squeezing her ass and expanding their range to her asshole from time to time, and my tongue was never idle as I licked the inside of her thighs.
And just like that, I had made her horny almost without touching her pussy at all. Because I could see that her pussy was starting to ooze, and my teasing wasn’t even focused on her pussy.
As I watched the water flow out, I blew gently on the cave. Very gently and slowly, blowing slowly. Immediately, her lower body trembled slightly, and she let out a soulful cry…
Seeing this, I immediately gave her a deep lick on her watery nub.
She couldn’t take it and suddenly sat up, gasping loudly, her eyes clenched and gripped with her features, both hands gripping my head over her pussy in a death grip, tugging at my hair, sweat dripping along her long hair and down her sagging head onto my back.
Seeing that the time was almost right, I got up and swooped her back down to the ground and just burst into her mystery hole in the easiest and most enjoyable missionary style. I only heard her exhale a breath of air accompanied by a slight chant.
I started by not thrusting deeper and moving my glans in and out about ten times.
Apparently it wasn’t enough, and her whole ass moved up and down a little bit following my speed.
Her pussy was so tight and my glans so sensitive that I almost surrendered.
Luckily, after a bit of thrusting to get used to it, I pulled the whole thing out and then plunged deep and slow, all the way to the bottom.
The moment it was inserted she began to suck in a mouthful of air, more and more as my prick went deeper and deeper. By the time it touched her uterus she let out a loud cry and her whole body collapsed in my arms, tears streaming out of her eyes, her legs and arms clenching my back and waist in a deadly grip, living like a tailless bear.
Then she said, with a shudder.
“Please Dean Please fuck me harder… fuck me, just fuck me… Fuck me, just fuck me…”
I began to attack, one after another, the sound of flesh on flesh was really moving, and she began to clamor.
“oh yes… yes… fuck me… yeah right there… oh my god…youre killing me… Oh man…
oh yeah… oh yes… yes….oh right there… come on harder… harder Dean harder….”
We all skipped school. And made plans to see each other tomorrow.
First time writing this kind of stuff, if someone likes it I’ll write again and see what the reaction decides. After all, people need applause to live in the world.
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Last time I mentioned I was banging Julia (I forgot to mention her name last time) at school. Since then I’ve been playing with her every Tuesday at Squash court. Drunkenness is not wine, each time playing ball are only played more than ten minutes, Squash is a person a ball against the wall to take turns to play, I played every time after a touch her waist or big round ass, or dirty when the fun with my hard to top her ass (no way, she every time to wear a very hot.). Actually, most foreign chicks are like that. The sport is not to wear too many clothes.)
So it didn’t take long to hit us before we were lying down and having sex to do it, well, it’s still exercise for her, too~~
But often she would ask me why I don’t produce a lot of semen, because later on we tried every trick in the book, we tried every hole on her body, and she fell in love with drinking my semen. (At this point in our relationship, she and I would probably get bored and find someone else. ) I’ll tell you more about my romance with her… It’s not the subject of this post… I didn’t produce a lot of semen because she wasn’t the only woman I had to deal with.
I have a relationship with a female professor at my school like I have with Julia.
Right after I entered the school, I started a series of activities, and the University of X, which is not a small Chinese university, has always been able to organize a lot of successful events with its strong financial resources and number of people, and I was one of the leaders of the group because of my political science degree and my English skills.
I’ve had more sexual encounters than I can count because of my position, and I’ve had them in both China and abroad.
My political science professor could be considered one of those, I guess.
I remember once I couldn’t turn in a paper for an event, so I had to go hard and beg my professor for forgiveness and a few more days of grace.
Even on the way to my professor, I had to hold a foolproof camera to catch the campus scene along the way – I was one of the only editors-in-chief of a Chinese magazine with photography experience, so I was also a photographer.
With an apprehensive heart, I arrived at the faculty office on the 11th floor, which has a small corridor, and each professor has his or her own separate portal office, which is very private and typical of foreign senior executive style.
Since I was full of thoughts about how to make my situation clear, I was very inattentive as I took the bus, walked to the school, took pictures, got into the elevator, looked for her flat, opened her door… I… forgot to knock.
Really completely forgot that you should knock on the door first and then wait until there’s a response from inside before opening it.
What do I see?
What I saw was a very large, panty-less ass wiggling less than a step away from me.
Very white, very white, and she’s from Australia, so think Nicole Kidman (Tom Cruise’s wife) and you’ll see what I mean.
She was one of those women with full breasts and a little larger than average ass, but medium height, about 160.
Age looked like 32 to 38, then she told me it was 35. circumference was 37D, 28, 36, a little fleshy, but obviously had worked hard to stay in shape because the flesh on her arms was 37 at first glance, firm and thick, but looked strong and worked out.
With a short Demi Moore haircut and red hair as well, she looked like a rather shrewd, intelligent and insightful woman yet not at all lacking in femininity.
I just stood there looking at her ass, mesmerized, down along the hip line, her thighs and calves as firm and fleshy as her arms, not thin, but not thick either.
I marveled at what a great piece of meat, it must have been a pleasure to squeeze, not flabby in the least.
There’s a mole on the right side of your ass, near the opening of your asshole…
She probably felt the cold breeze caused by a little air movement in the airtight office after all, and stood up with a huff. Turned around.
She immediately turned red, holding her breath to try not to curse, and through her teeth popped out, “WHY THE HELL DIDN’T U KNOCK BEFORE U CAME IN?!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
（Why don’t you knock before you come in?)
“I’m sorry, I didn’t think of that, I apologize.” I tarted my head.
She realized that her lower half was still naked, but instead of putting on her pants, she just covered her pussy with her hands. I could see that her hair was so thick that she couldn’t close her hands to cover it, exposing a lot of hair.
I fixed my eyes on her as she angrily, hatefully ventured, “I poured my coffee on my dress, I’m trying to figure out what to do, now please get out!”
I was dumbfounded, so I pretended to be silly and mumbled, “You have so much hair, it’s so beautiful… I…”
My dick had already pitched its tent, and I purposely raised my lower half slightly so I could show her how much of a charmer she was.
She heard and saw and her face turned even redder like an apple. Pulling her woolen top down in an attempt to cover the jungle.
But the price of pulling down the low-necked sweater was that the shielding on her chest would drop with it, and she had to bend over slightly so that her breasts would not be exposed with the pulled down sweater. But I was standing face to face with her less than a step away. I’m taller, so I can look down from my height, and I can see the view from her bra.
At that time just entered the university, 37D tits are still only seen in the movie, I almost can not hold down the hand to reach in and take a hand one!
I was looking out of my mind, my upper body slightly inclined above her chest, and she got really angry: “Why don’t you get out of here? I don’t care what you’re in here for, if you’re the student who called in this morning asking for an extension on your paper, you’re out of here! You’re in!”
It was like a bolt from the blue for me. How is this going to work?!!! I’m a straight A student!!!
Just when I almost wanted to fall on my knees and beg for her forgiveness, (look at this turtle!) I realized I still had the camera in my hand.
On a whim, I snapped and photographed her in a series of semi-nude styles. I even snapped around her, going behind her to get close-ups of her buttocks, and standing up straight to take pictures of her big tits from above as she crouched down to flash the camera.
She started screaming : “What are you doing?!!!! Why are you doing this?!!!”
Not three seconds later, I heard her right and left neighboring professors open their doors, and I hurriedly slammed hers shut, squeezing my throat and saying, “If you want them to share these pictures you’re going to have to scream louder!”
She shut up immediately, her face full of panic. Tears had begun to secrete in her eyes.
I didn’t do anything, I kissed her directly on the lips, and my hands were even more nonchalant as they barreled up her two fat ass cheeks. I pinched them hard. I know this kind of keepfit women don’t need to be gentle, a little heavier they feel more comfortable, have the effect of massaging the muscles.
(As opposed to dealing with soft girls, such a heavy hand would pinch them until they were black and blue.) She gave a muffled grunt of soulfulness, but her mouth was gagged so I couldn’t speak.
Suddenly there was a knock on the door.
“Pat, are you ok?” and I could hear it was the management professor’s voice.
I looked deep into her eyes and ran my hand down her back before gently rubbing my prick against her pussy door. I let go of her tongue and looked at her one more time before moving down to kiss her neck – I’m giving it a go, I can’t believe you’d choose to call for help now.
“Im alright, I spilled my coffee thats why I screamed.”
I won.
I looked up at her and gave her another deep kiss, taking her hand and letting her hold my prick.
“Good grip.” I said.
Then I decisively picked up the camera, eyes still looking into hers, pulled the negative out for exposure, and cast it into the trash can.
“I really did not mean it.” After a pause, I continued, “But you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, and I really couldn’t help but want to get close to you, and after seeing your beautiful body and having a camera in my hand, any man would have done what I did.” I said honestly.
She looked at me gratefully and I kissed again, this time she returned the favor passionately.
I picked her up and sat her on the desk, threaded my hands into the bra and attacked the nipples directly.
Not having played with many women back then, my technique was impure. Luckily she got hot fast and I didn’t have time to play with her pussy before she sent my brother straight in with her hand.
She whispered in my ear, “Just now, when your cock was sticking up in your pants, I was already wet…”
I started thrusting back and forth, and she was very experienced at not letting me go too fast to avoid premature ejaculation.
After about a hundred strokes, the more I thrust, the better I got at it, lifting her legs, clad only in her stilettos, and placing them on her shoulders. As I fucked, I licked the roots of her feet, her calves, and nibbled a few times. Her muscles were powerful, stronger than the average woman or young girl.
She had a lot of water and it ran all over the table as she dried.
She stretched her legs straighter and squeezed them towards her chest, asking me to press down on her and fuck her deeply.
I did as I was told, but the more I fucked, the louder I got, the more water I got, and her moans gradually turned into shouts. But we were both afraid that the other professors would hear us, so I grabbed my panties and stuffed them into her mouth, laughing, “No shouting!”
She had a smile in her eyes and kept lifting her big ass up to meet my pumping.
At the end, we came together. She came three times…
With that, not only did I pass my paper, but I also had an unwritten agreement with her to do it at least once a week – the reward being that I would get an A in any class that was hers.
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In my experience, there was one foreign girl that I loathed from the bottom of my heart, even though she had a really nice body… This “foreign girl” was actually only a half-bottle of water, and she was foreign-born and raised, and we usually called them bananas, yellow on the outside and white on the inside.
Her name is Elain.
Normally she hangs out with the foreigners, but she is very ambitious and likes to participate in the activities of our Chinese-speaking community.
She even wanted to be the president of the Chinese Alumni Association, because her English was so good that it was no different from that of the foreigners. She thought that since we were all in an English-dominated environment, our leaders should speak a mouthful of fluent English in order to be recognized by the mainstream society, so she participated in the Chinese Alumni Association’s presidential campaign, and luckily, I was quite well qualified, too. Luckily, I’m quite well qualified and my English is not much better than hers, plus her Chinese is a mess and she’s a woman, so she lost the election.
She was not discouraged when she lost the election, she was still enthusiastic about the events we ran, and in general she still wanted to be involved, proving that she was very much at home in both societies.
Her body is of a very high standard. She also participated in a beauty pageant, but it was the Miss Chinese pageant, and I understand her thinking: first participate in the Chinese pageant, and if she wins and gains confidence and experience, then participate in the larger Miss XX.
Perhaps her ambition was really too great even for God to see, and she fell out of the race.
She looks really pretty and sexy at the same time, 172cm with shoulder-length hair. Her eyes are huge, she loves to curl her eyelashes very high and curved, and her make-up is also painted like the models in the media. At a glance, she looks like a newcomer on the cutting edge of fashion.
I don’t know if it’s because she grew up in a foreign country and drank a lot of milk, but her upper body doesn’t have any of the qualities of an Asian woman at all, her legs are long, and the ratio of her body is almost 7:3.
She also likes to dress up hot, making the boys ha her ha to death and the girls hate her.
But she is also very bad at being a human being. Whether it’s a man or a woman, she always puts on a condescending, “I’m the most beautiful girl in the whole school, come and fall down in front of me” look.
And just about any male student is bitchy enough to want to hold her in the palm of his hand and pamper her. But her girl’s eyes are very high. Those who don’t have money or a car will not be dumped.
I never got to know her well because I didn’t appreciate her at all. She was very attentive to me, because although I was poor, I knew a lot of friends and was considered one of the decision makers in the reunion itself. To her, my utilization value is very high.
It’s such a coincidence that I told you last time that I’m the director of photography for the magazine, and I didn’t realize that this position would give me a chance to get my hands on it.
We organized a school beauty contest (for Chinese students only) and the magazine I belonged to was the exclusive source for the story. Unexpectedly, the event was noticed by the foreign media, so in no time at all, we were contacted by all the campus publications, community tabloids, and even the metropolitan press.
We were very excited and proud of our first big event, and became more and more competitive in dealing with it.
And such EVENT is certainly without her. She is already one of the 16 finalists. Although the Chinese hate her a lot, because of attracting so many foreign media, our jury has had to be completely fair in the evaluation.
We were all pretty deflated by this, as she really deserved to be in the back of a robe for her looks, and it would have made her even more of a douchebag, which we were not happy about. I, one of the judges, was even more pissed off.
On the day of the showdown, all the beauties (of course, including her) were doing their boring programs on stage (including swimsuit and evening gown shows, quizzes and individual talents, etc…) when something suddenly went wrong.
“You must wait until tomorrow to reveal it!!!” Mr. Roark said excitedly.
Mr. Roark is an election campaigner for the mayoral candidate. He would like us to wait until tomorrow to reveal the winner of the crown so that Brett, the candidate he supports, can be there in person to attend the event and place the crown on the winner’s head.
“You don’t know how important this is to us, Brett needs the image so badly and the campaign in support of minorities is a great opportunity to publicize it. It comes across as him caring about everyone in this city, including the Chinese.”
He then continued, foaming at the mouth, “If you can wait until tomorrow to reveal the results,” he said, red-faced, “we’d be willing to pay all of your expenses!!!!”
Honestly while we get a lot of media support, we don’t get a lot of advertisers. And this offer is very heartwarming.
“Let me suggest a way!” He added: “Why don’t you judges put their votes in the ballot box in front of the audience and then tell everyone to accept guesses from now on.”
He became excited: “The participation fee is not much! The one who guesses the winner of the crown will be able to enter the lottery, and we will provide the prizes! The results of the lottery will also be announced tomorrow!”
It did sound feasible. After a bit of discussion, we implemented the plan.
This unexpected situation caused some confusion, especially among the girls on stage. But in less than half an hour we had all the votes in the ballot box and collected so touch tickets.
That night we worked our asses off to get all the lottery tickets sorted out in different boxes for tomorrow’s drawing.
It was 11pm when we finished and a group of us were finally able to leave the school.
Dragging my tired body to the station, I was about to get on the train when I realized that I had lost my ticket!
After saying goodbye to everyone, I couldn’t but walk back to the school to look for it.
Walking back to school, I was really quite furious to be the only one there so late at night. I jogged to the club’s classroom and heard voices inside!
Quietly, I opened the door and saw a man opening the ballot box!
I swished on the light and the man turned sharply, but it was Elain!
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I instantly realized what she was doing and immediately cursed, “I can’t believe you’re so despicable!”
She had been so scared that her legs and lips were trembling and she just about fell to her knees with weak legs, tears already welling up in her frame.
“You’ll see tomorrow! I’m sure it’s going to be good news, you’re about to be famous! Happy?!”
I had a sudden thrill that I, who had always hated her, had this chance to catch her in such a big way.
Hearing me say that, she broke down and fell softly and started crying. I didn’t bother with her and started looking for my ticket and calling to tell the others.
She sat there crying for a while, stopped her tears and started looking at me pitifully.
Just as I found my ticket, glared at her, and turned to leave, she said quietly, “What would it take for you to keep a secret?”
She stood up, suddenly turned a determined face, still tear-stained, and removed her blouse, revealing her purple bra.
“Is that good?” She asked.
I huffed backward, as much as I disliked her, it was hard for my dick not to stand upright at the sight of such high-quality, top-quality fresh meat.
I thought for a moment, biting my lower lip.
She saw my hesitation and immediately took off her bra, letting both breasts pop out, before pulling down her tight jeans and panties.
I looked at her face and her expression was always determined.
She walked behind me and closed the door, then walked back right in front of me, point blank kissed me on the lips, and then said, “Well, you can spank my ass first.”
When she finished, she turned around and arched her firm, plump ass.
How could I hold back when I saw that? I slapped my right ass!
She screamed out in misery as my pleasure made my dick swell. In less than 30 seconds I was completely naked and then slapping her ass one after the other.
She kept crying out and I knew it hurt because I had no mercy at all.
But she never moved, and I saw that her thighs had been warring from the pain in her ass, her hands gripping the edge of the table next to her so that if she didn’t she wouldn’t be able to stand, and kept making crying sounds from her throat.
I know she’s really afraid I’m going to spill the beans. I’m eating her up.
I started to slow the tempo down by hitting it hard, stopping for about 5 seconds, and hitting it again.
With each blow, she would cry out and throw her hair upwards and look back at me with pitying eyes to see if I’d hit her enough. I didn’t say a word and just looked at her to show her that I hadn’t had enough. She would look desperate and turn back for the next blow.
I know all the beauties are wearing evening gowns on stage tomorrow, so I can take a cool shot.
I got addicted to hitting, began to hit her thighs and buttocks down the joint, just as addictive, her muscles are very strong, I hit to the excitement, hit a few times, and then sucked her thighs and calves hard with her mouth, she still did not dare to move, only to die gripping the edge of the table so that I can keep myself in a standing position to let me ravage.
After at least 30 strokes, her buttocks were red and now her thighs were about the same. I told her to lie down on the couch, she walked over with difficulty, lay down and closed her eyes tightly.
I watched a nameless fire rise, grabbed her ankles with one hand and lifted her legs over her head, exposing her pussy and asshole door in front of my eyes, she let out a cry of surprise but didn’t resist. I continued to spank her ass, only this time, because her pussy was wide open, I was hitting her pussy with every stroke.
She only kept screaming and shedding tears all the time.
It didn’t take me long to notice water on my hands, and when I fixed my eyes on her I realized she was soaking wet.
“Well, so that’s how you like it!” I said sarcastically.
It wasn’t until even I felt that the spanking was too much, and her ass had stopped being bouncy and had become soft, that she began to beg for mercy, crying and begging me to stop.
I stopped for a moment, put my eight-inch vajayjay to her mouth, and said, “I can stop if you want me to, but suck my dick properly.”
She hesitated, as if she had never done this before. Her mouth was crooked into a weepy shape, her eyes bubbly, and she shook her head slightly.
I slapped her across the face and scolded, “You have to hold it even if you don’t know how!”
She ate the pain, know the advantages and disadvantages, a small open mouth, I saw this immediately into a stuffing. She was so shocked that she tried to spit it out, but when I pushed her back, she suddenly pushed me away and coughed violently.
I knew I was too hard on her and she choked, seeing her normally high and mighty face now a blur of snot and tears made my heart sing with pleasure! I immediately rewarded her with another slap and she started to cry.
I said: “Well, tomorrow you wait for the reputation!” Said to pick up the clothes to wear.
She immediately dragged me by my feet and her mouth took my glans like a suction cup, looking at me with tears streaming down her face.
I said, “Now get ready.”
After saying that, she started to shove it hard into her throat, she immediately showed a pained expression, I felt a spasm deep in her throat, her eyes became very red, and she tried hard to get used to my big .
I put her back to her original position on the couch and stood with my body on her side, grabbing her plump tits with one hand and pinching her nipples with my maximum force. She cried out and disengaged herself from my big .
“Open your mouth wide,” I said, “like this yell.”
She did, and I shoved it so hard that the whole thing finally finished deep in my throat.
I started pumping her mouth, she was very uncomfortable and kept weeping, I pressed her head and totally fucked her mouth like a hole. She hadn’t had oral sex before, and her teeth scraped my glans from time to time, which was a little painful, but also very comfortable.
After a while, I didn’t care if she was wet or not, I plunged directly into her pussy and shoved my thumb into her asshole. Her asshole had obviously not been opened and was unusually sensitive, and my finger was clamped so tightly that I could barely pull it out.
She screamed all the way: “oh… oh… oh… Dean please… please… oh… don’t beso hard… oh… thats too hard… oh… thats good… oh… oh… yeah… yeah… yeah… yeah… yeah… yeah… oh… Dean… oh…”
After a couple hundred fucks, her pussy got the whole couch cushion wet too. I was sweating profusely and wiped a head full of sweat on my hand, then wiped my whole hand full of sweat on her face – I was just going to fuck her up.
She actually didn’t feel like vomiting and stuck her tongue out and licked my hand.
I suddenly realized that playing with her like this was enjoyable and not what I had intended, so I pulled out my big , and slammed it into her ass bud!
She immediately burst into tears, struggling and begging: “Please, don’t fuck me in the ass, it hurts, it really hurts ㄚ! ～Please!”
I don’t give a shit about her, spitting on my hand and sticking my hand in my asshole to dig around so I can lubricate it a bit before plunging it in again. She seemed desperate and stopped squirming, just letting out a muffled grunt with a sobbing sound as she went in and out of me.
Her asshole was so tight that I kept spitting on my hand and smearing it to keep it lubricated while it was coming out.
As I fucked, I also grabbed her pubic hair and pulled, she was cleanly shaved near her pussy, her asshole was less well taken care of. One by one I plucked the pubic hairs around her asshole.
After a couple hundred fucks, I wanted her to turn around into doggy style and continue the assault on her asshole, only I added the spanking!
After a few spanks, I realized that she really couldn’t really be spanked anymore. Casually, I grabbed a hold of her hair and began to use it as a point of focus to twist my waist to fuck her rear end.
It hurt to do so, and she ate the pain and bowed her back to the force of my back pulling her hair, her head looking at the ceiling. I saw her back arch in front of me, leaving her right hand gripping her hair and not letting go while her left hand went around her chest from behind and squeezed her tits.
So dry a few times, both my hands at the same time to apply force, a fierce pull hair, a hard pinch nipple, she was in pain, no place to run, hair in my hands, leaning forward but also can not, milk pain but also can not go away, only two hands unconsciously in the air flailing, clenched teeth, tears from both sides flowed into the ear.
Suddenly I felt the glans touched something soft and soft, and her lewd water also violently multiplied several times. See the water flow is not normal, but also very hot, draw out the glans to see, it turned out that this bitch double head incontinence!
She pissed all over the couch, even my bottom half! I’m still covered in her shit!
While I felt a sudden rush of excitement, she mumbled something like, “I’m sorry… oooh… how could this happen… I’m sorry… oooh… I’m really sorry…”
With a spasm, I hurriedly shoved it into her mouth and shot her full of cum, which she ate without resistance, mixing it with her own poop.
As soon as I had finished emptying my sperm my libido was gone, and her body jerked in and out, accompanied by a cry that came and went. All of her pride was gone that night, and the shame of being incontinent in front of another person completely crushed this woman.
I took her clean clothes and wiped myself and threw in a line, “I’ll leave it to you to clean up here, and the rest, you can see to it.”
Then she transferred to another school. I actually miss that night because she was just unbelievably beautiful.
I just heard over and over that she’s had a whole change of temperament and has become a very well-behaved homebody, the marriageable kind.