My large breasts swayed. Futa-spunk matted my blonde hair. I felt utterly soiled amateur by it. I was getting her clothes dirty as I clung to her arm. “Where are we going?” I moaned, still disoriented from the passion of the gangbang. “Faculty bathroom,” she said, giving me an angelic smile. She'd just watched so many futas fuck my twenty-year-old flesh and didn't think I was a slut. She'd witnessed me at my most wanton blowjob and shameful and didn't despise me. The entire college had witnessed it. Thanks to Guanting Chan, the head of the A/V club, it was broadcasted across the campus and streamed on the internet. They were even going to produce it as a porno and sell it to raise more money for the college, joining the collection of other student-starred pornos they'd been producing. The changes to America Daddy in the last few years were sweeping. It was hot that naughty coeds could make porn and have the school's administration black support them. “Do you think this fixed the problem?” I asked Cuckold as she produced a key from her skirt pocket. She unlocked the faculty restroom and pressed it open. It was near their breakroom. I had never been in here. “We'll find out,” she said. I patted Mel’s back. Daddy That milky skin... Cuckold those needy eyes. Only once did he enter her vagina with his cock and it was an blowjob accident while they were taking a shower after being at the beach. She moved her tongue lower and took one of his testicles gently into her mouth and sucked on the round black orb. “It's strategic. Or beer, if that’s cooler?” Kyle’s mom suggested after a few awkward seconds of silence. It has the desired effect and he screams as he orgasms. I knew I was behaving like a complete asshole by cheating on Rachel, but for some reason, the fact that I wasn't cheating on her with another girl made it less bad, as if it didn’t matter as much. Her dress had been pushed up far enough that everyone looking amateur could clearly see Sydney's white panties and the obvious the wet spot forming at her pussy. Her hips were rocking in time to my strokes and we moved together, coupled, as though one animal. c-c-c-urious about boys and stuff . . . “Shhhhh, it’s a library,” she whispered back.