sarah arabic

The school year was coming to an end and I was busying myself with spring sports. I was doing track and field, distance events like the 1,500-meter run. I also tried my hand at pole vaulting, which did not go well. I had to quit vaulting before I really hurt myself. One particularly grueling Friday at practice, I noticed Mrs. B. in the bleachers watching. Faculty often wandered out to watch teams practice or play, but Mrs. B was rarely among them. She lingered when the practice was over, so I went over to say hi. She seemed genuinely happy to see me, even though she had been quite aloof in class or in the hallway.

Almost getting lost with the flavour and smell of his balls, Sarah glanced up and saw once again his raging erection. She let his balls tumble out of her mouth and moved up again to replace the space with his cock. Though a bit less hard than the first round, this only emboldened Sarah to deepthroat it as much as possible. The slightly less firm head of his cock hit the back of her mouth and bent around her throat as she buried her lips into the base of his cock. Despite cumming so hard already, it didn’t take long until once again he provided her with a generous donation.

The surprise of that act finally forced words into her mouth. “Hey, dad. Sorry, it’s me,” she answered back meekly, voice dripping with shame and guilt and not knowing what else to say.