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Vickie

... inch. His balls smacked against her nose again and again, and she tried to adjust her breathing so that she could snort in air whenever his hairy sac swung away from her. For some reason she kept her eyes open, watching his swaying balls. “What a hot little bitch! What a cocksucking slut!” he wailed, starting to fuck her mouth in earnest. He let go of her head and neck now, forcing her to support herself. He planted his hands on her tit mounds. He mauled and mangled them through her dress, kneading her full globes. Vickie’s mind raced. Who would believe it? All this time she’d thought Mr. Saunders to be a grim, sexless, middle-aged intellectual, and here he was, naked to the waist, fucking his thick cock in and out of her mouth! This certainly was a different side to him! Underneath he was just as kinky as everyone else! Saunders sawed his cock in and out of her mouth, forcing her ragged lips to accept his stone-hard erection. He moved faster and faster, pistoning his prick back and forth madly. His ass cheeks were a blur of motion. They flexed and pumped and twitched beneath his shirt-tails. “Gglllggglll!” Vickie moaned, her head spinning. It was so difficult to keep her neck aligned without any support. The back of her neck was tense and sore. She clenched his thighs. “Such tits! Such gorgeous fucking tits!” he chanted. “We’ll save them for later! We’ll save your tits for later! Then we can really have some fun, yes sir!” Later? What did he mean? How long was this going ...

... to last? Did he plan to keep on using her after he’d shot off down her throat? Was he going to fuck her afterward maybe? Perhaps he wouldn’t come in her mouth at all. He might pull out before he came and stick his cock somewhere else! “I think I’m gonna come soon! I think I’m gonna come!” he said bucking his cock back and forth insanely. Sweat was pouring down his face and dripping from his chin. Vickie moaned. She wished it was over. She wished he’d come and be finished. One of her hands left his thigh and waved about aimlessly in the air for a moment. Then she found what she was looking for. Her fingers closed around the swinging sac of his balls and she squeezed tightly. No reason why she should be the only uncomfortable one! How did he like having a fist gripping his balls! “Aaannnggghhh!” he grunted, clenching his eyes shut. He’d been ready to come. The jism in his nuts was sizzling. Vickie felt tremors in his balls. His pouch was quaking in her fist. And suddenly his movements became jerky and uncontrolled, and she knew he was coming. She breathed deeply, tried to concentrate, to prepare herself for the deluge to come. She only hoped she could take it. “I’m coming! Ohhh, you hot little slut, I’m coning in your mouth!” he roared, throwing back his head. He pistoned back and forth, and his cock gleamed each time it withdrew from her face. Great sticky wads of jism blasted down Vickie’s throat, shooting to her stomach in a flash. It was like being f***e-fed raw eggs. Again ...