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With another push, she sunk another inch, his head rubbing up against her g-spot and she moaned again. Unable to help herself she pushed hard, sinking further and stretching her recently virgin hole harder. With a final shove, she bottomed out on his cock, his balls pressing up against her, and his heat throbbing slowly within her. God, she didn’t know she ended up here or what she was going to do now, but she was going to enjoy this moment.

That night, after performing at the Knight’s Sheath and having dinner back home, Noah again met with Berholm in the royal vault to continue his study of the relics.“You’re in luck. King Galvin has granted me permission to sell you that chandelier. However, he doesn’t know that you’re the buyer. I felt it better to keep your involvement a secret.”

After my boner mishap, either she was getting more daring, or my imagination was running wilder. One day Mrs. B. was wearing one of her short short skirts, no stockings, just muscular shapely legs. She couldn’t help but notice me watching her move around the room. She stopped at the desk of the student in front of me and bent at the waist to look at her paper. When she slid her hands between her thighs and bent a little farther, her skirt raised exposing her panties. They were red. And lacey. I thought she gave me a sidewards glance to see if I noticed. Maybe not. It really didn’t matter, though. As soon as I glimpsed those skimpy panties, I came in my pants. Right then. In class. I’m not proud, but I was only 15, I could cum at a good card trick. I had it bad.