Her fingers dug into my tits. Hindi sex I glanced down at them and looked up. This wild passion. It was the head judge who’d just ogled me. My pussy slid up both their dicks. My words tumbled out of me. The pleasure rippled through me. Beads dripped from my nipple. “Least I wore shoes,” I said. I whimpered. She had arranged for just about every futa in the school to fuck me during the lunch break. No vibrators churning in my pussy. I groaned as Keisha’s hands slid over my ivory tits, washing off the pearly spunk. It was incredible. I wiggled back and forth, savoring her girth in me. I tasted my tangy passion on her mouth. A treat. You should be past it. “They must have the Program here.”
“Oh, wow, I didn’t know that one of the Rogers debaters would be naked,” said a person with a slight, British accent.
