It feels like someone turned up the volume on earth’s gravity. I feel so heavy. It takes everything I’ve got just to get out of bed. It’s a struggle just to make my way to the door. As I open it, the light creampie of the sun blinds me. Bright blue eyes with strands of dark brown hair covering one side of her face while the other side BDSM is buzzed. Steampunk style. Her creamy caramel skin looks as smooth as ever. “Dave, I’m so sorry. For everything.” Her eyes fill with water as she stands before blowjob me in black sweets and a sleeveless white t. “Please, just talk to me.” “I need some time, Nicole.” “Please, Dave! No one else on the team will even talk to me. I miss you. I just…” Her eyes fall to the ground as tears roll down her cheeks. “I just don’t want to lose you.” After a brief orgasm silence, she looks back doggystyle up at me. “Will you at least come to our game tonight. I know you’re still suspended, but that doesn’t mean you can’t watch us.” “I don’t know… Zach and my father’s funeral is this weekend.” She looks as if she’s going to shatter. A feeling I know all too well. “It is? Would you care if I came? I mean, obviously, I can drive myself.” “I don’t think that’s a good idea. It’s just… With Brett and all, you probably shouldn’t come.” “You’re right… Are you going to come back to school?” she asks. As the group passed three men talking in the hallway and disappeared from sight around the corner, one man stayed behind. I knew he loved me. Mark moans again, “OH Fuck Laura, oh fuck your little cunt is tight.” It occurs to me that I haven’t seen creampie Tina. I had just proposed to the girl I fancied. It’s just me there tonight.” They agreed and we walked over to my room. Work hard during the week and play hard during the weekend. As I continued to kiss her breasts, I opened her jeans and slipped my hand inside the waist band of her panties, then on down till my finger felt the hot moistness of her womanhood. He did not last very long and pulled away. They walked out the door, carrying my doggystyle clothes, and closed the door behind them. sorry.” He finally managed. She then took her Fender electric guitar, plugged in her amp, and launched into a heady version of Heart's 'Barracuda'. When I got blowjob back to the car I asked Eileen where she lived. We both became very proficient at our skills, far more developed than anyone our ages and likely better than most adults. I shuddered as I rammed back BDSM into her, my dick orgasm drinking in the delight, gulping down the wondrous cream.