I forced my cock home again and again. I was quickly covered in a sheen of sweat. I used my cock with the speed of a sprinter. Emptying my semen into the man under me. Straightening the sheets, we eased into sleep, waiting for another day. Faith let out a soft sigh and let her head fall back, her eyes closing as she relaxed atop her padded stool, elbows on the metal rail at the edge of the bartop, a slender glass stem held delicately in one hand, the other clutching the strap of her bag. She hadn’t really been sure what to expect when a few friends from work had asked her to Hardcore come out and join them for drinks, there was quite the age gap after all, between her and the teaching assistants who had been so insistent she comes out. Part of her had thought it would just be them for the evening, sat around a table chatting and gossiping about work stuff, which, to be fair, they had done for the first hour or so. Then the music had been pumped up, the lights dimmed and the girls just had to dance. She brought her head back down to survey the scene, pursing her full red lips as she watched the three girls in the crowd, so unlike her. Younger by ten years and slender too, glasses of something bright pink held precariously in their hands as they bopped and swayed to the music, their hands up, each one seemingly marked by a player, sizing them up. She raised her glass and sipped black her wine, enjoying it, if not the rest of all this. She wasn’t a dancer, even when she had been as young as them she’d refrained from it. Just not her thing, she’d always thought. After a moment or two she went to sip her wine again but found the glass empty. Glancing down she inspected the inside, suspiciously devoid of any fluid. Spinning in her stool she rested her arms on the counter, placing the glass down and beginning the age-old game of trying to catch the barman’s eye. She was patient, which was fortunate because big ass she wasn’t very good at it. “And a glass of red for her, too, please.” A voice said to her left, a figure that she had until now ignored now tapping her empty glass. “Oh you don’t have to…” she started looking up at the generous stranger, her voice a little bit heavy from drinking, but still clear. She looked up into the face of a young man, strikingly handsome she thought, his eyes a piercing blue that widened, almost in surprise as he saw her. She tilted her head and blinked curiously from behind her glasses, “Hey… Do I know you?” He let out a little laugh and hardsex glanced around the bar, “Hey uh, I don’t know, do you?” His voice was rich and full of character, his teeth a gleaming white as he smiled. She felt a warmth at her cheeks and she found herself sitting a little straighter, “You look familiar…” she studied his face for a moment, “Have you been on TV?” His smile broadened and he laughed again, shaking his head, “No no, nothing like that, you uh, you come here often?” He ran a hand through his short black hair and flashed her another winning smile. “No no… First time,” she gestured towards the trio of women she’d come with dancing on the floor, “with them from work.” Tall and handsome glanced across towards the three and she took the opportunity to quickly sweep her eyes up and down his figure, slender, but his bare arms looked strong. By the time he looked back she was smiling innocently up at him. “You er… Want to grab a booth?” He asked ebony milf with a little smile as their drinks arrived, using his card to pay contactless as he picked up his glass of something amber and bubbly. A pair way above those things." She came to take Steph's place. She licked, Hardcore delicately at first, then with more and more passion. "Enjoying yourself slave?" Claire had always been a pretty, but very skinny girl, until puberty hit her with a truck-full of hormones. She was a gymnast hardsex in high school. During our time in the garden tub, just enjoying the bubbles and each others company, with the sexual tension so thick you could cut it with a knife, Cock Man never came up. It wasn’t a robber, unless robbers had tails. Both were attractive brunettes. She would have expected the need of some foreplay before the ivory tool could be pushed into Maria's pussy. Doris let out a sharp cry as Tara's thighs slapped against her arse cheeks. "OK slut, lick up your cum until I tell you to stop." Mr. C. Do you?” she teased but I noticed she was becoming daring in her questions. They smelled incredible to me, I could only imagine how many times better they’d smell for Baxter. Several students who were concerned with their grades asked to see our paper. I inserted a ball gag and fastened it behind her head. Look at the ink Dakota has, decide if you like it or not then make a choice. I eased my cock back out of his ass my cock smothered in lube, precum and ass juice. He too got to his feet, and stared defiantly at Logan. Speak up, Limp dick." Hold still for a few seconds after each little push, feel the pressure, wait for it to relax, then push in a little more.” Was it good...Did you get big ass off?” "Well sir, Colonel Dempsey would have been out sooner, though, he re-injured ebony milf himself restraining Miss Sakuta. I want to be bred by her. I’ll try to avoid that by telling everyone to throw anything illegal onto the floor.” Kim said maybe and so did Julie, they both said not tonight though, I said no black problem.