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She worked her head like a machine, inhaling as much of his dick and then slowly rising up, enjoying every inch she could. Knowing how heavy a sleeper he was now, she started to bounce with each movement, using the momentum to cram her father’s cock further down her throat each time. After a minute or so of his fervent blowjob, her father’s cock jumped in her mouth and started filling it with his seed. Sarah didn’t wait like last time and swallowed each emission as they came, greedily sucking the tip each time and hoping for more.

“Is it? I often lose track of time in here.”It’s a shame you didn’t join the tournament. Even though you’re already silver rank, I bet you would have enjoyed it.”

One day she definitely knew the effect she had on me, even if she hadn’t before. I was writing an essay on The Grapes of Wrath and asked Mrs. B when she came by if a word was spelled correctly. She leaned over, her silky red hair brushing against my cheek and her breast lay against my left shoulder. My cock stiffened instantly—and uncomfortably. Without thinking, I reflexively reached down and maneuvered my throbbing dick into a more comfortable position. It did create a sizable tent pole in my pants that I tried to push down and hide, which only drew attention to my crotch. Mrs. B blushed noticeably, stood up while stifling a laugh and muttered an apology.