My fingers caressed across the walls my pussy and— Pleasure burst in me as I brushed one spot. “Yes!” I moaned. “I'm going to cum watching you masturbate, Paris!” “You are such a bitch, Aurora!” she moaned, shuddering toilet. “You're enjoying this!” “Yes,” I hissed. “Friends would have been thrilled that I found happiness in my new lifestyle. They would be thrilled that I found joy girlfriend with my Master! And you were a bitch!” My orgasm swelled closer. “You tell her slut!” Master posted in the scrolling chat. “Yes, she deserves it. She just needs to admit what I realized today,” Petra added. “This fetish is so hot to watch,” Rebecca typed. “This is so much better than paying attention to Professor Viên Lê's dumb math class.” “Professor Viên Lê's math class isn't dumb!” Master typed. “You will pay attention in his class, slave!” I shuddered, ignoring that weird comment as my orgasm swelled inside of me. Paris thrashed on the toilet, her entire body spasming. She was getting so close to her climax. I could see her hovering on the edge black of exploding. Her sweet musk filled the air, mixing with my tart passion. My cream flowed hot down my left hand as my fingers attacked my G-spot. “Yes!” I howled as my orgasm exploded in my pussy. “I'm cumming, Paris!” “Fuck you, bitch!” amateur she gasped, bucking, convulsing, jamming her dildo over and over into her in a fruitless attempt to send ecstasy rushing huge through her body. Once it got so bad that mom had me basically hold him down on the couch. Come on, I’m almost there...” Jill pulled up to the ER doors and let Dakota, Tina, and me out of the car. Catherine Winston WAS a floor nurse supervisor on the day shift until her husband; Ben received orders to report for active military duty. Nikki pinned girlfriend down Tara's arms with her knees and smothered Tara's face with her sloppy gash. She looked at me and I nodded. She broke our kiss and breathlessly began to plead with me, "Look at my boobs, daddy. “No.” She looked fabulous. His fetish hot tongue slopped to and fro, ranging over the cleft amateur of her arse and sliding between her labia. "She was? I reached down to pick them up and they were wet. I could feel her hand touch my pussy, and I thought I would scream, she rubbed it around my hole, and it felt so nice. She calls back. “Damn, Matt, you’re so smart.” Then she kissed me again and we walked out, startling an elderly woman as we passed her en route to the patio for dinner. Chapter 9 Dakota dove huge down to the floor and began lapping it up like black a dog at a water dish. I thanked the heavens above that she was being as gentle as she could with a monster that large. “Your feet are messed-up, girl,” Jerry said as he examined the abrasions on the bottoms and sides of Heather’s feet.