I lived in fear that I would lose my progress. Big cock And I continued to pound her tight fresh pussy. I told her that her backhands needed more penetration, told of matches I had played that had reached a climax, of the need to pound certain balls, and of the necessary balance between power and finesse. She would be so sore later, but I didn’t care. “What do you want to work on today, Nikki?” I asked. “I am not used to the rough stuff. I pulled out and had a better idea. Nikki and I were alone after months of having her father watching. “I want to come on your face,” I told her. I fantasized about sex with them, with my favorite being getting paid in blowjobs in the shed where the tennis equipment was stored. It felt incredible to fuck where no man had ever stuck his cock.
