Summary: Avena is an honor student, but not just any honor student, she’s the President of the Honor Society of her college.
The college has instituted some new measures to keep the faculty happy and healthy - measures which include allowing the faculty to fuck any students they choose, in any way they choose. She thought it only applied in class, but she’s about to find out that even in the halls when running late, she must see to the needs of the professors.
Men or women, the students must do what the professors demand. In Avena’s case, this time, that means having a dick pound her throat in a crowded hall.
Avena made her way through the crowded halls, her overstuffed backpack weighing her down while she tried to make it to her English Literature class on time. She’d picked a gray miniskirt that was just long enough to be decent if she didn’t bend over, a white blouse, and black flats to wear that day. With her red hair in a tight ponytail, her thick glasses, and her sense of purpose, no one would be surprised to learn that she was the President of the Honors Society at the University.
“Next semester, no classes that are closer than twenty minutes apart,” she mumbled to herself. “No more of this five minutes between classes stuff.”
She’d thought it would be easy enough, being the head of the Honor Society a full schedule should have been easy, but a surprise change to the university rules of conduct meant that she’d been delayed after just about every class.
“I was sure it wouldn’t affect me, at first. I mean, wouldn’t the professors prefer those big-titted-blondes? Well, I mean, I guess I can see it. Redheads are kind of in now, and I do have a nice ass,” she thought as she wormed her way through the crowd.
She glanced around as she walked, taking in the way things had changed. Guys and girls still talked and flirted, people studied, but also she’d catch sight of a professor plowing into a curvy brunette’s ass, cumming on some petite blonde’s tits, or getting a handjob from one student while helping another with some tricky piece of math.
“Well, the college wouldn’t require that students see to the sexual needs of the faculty if it didn’t benefit everyone,” she thought while staring at a swarthy instructor’s cock sliding between the ample breasts of a girl from her Philosophy class. She shrugged it off and continued on her way.
“You there,” a voice called out. “Yes, you with the red hair and the glasses. Come here.”
Avena turned around, pushed her thick-rimmed glasses up her nose with one finger and looked at the man pointing at her. He was in his forties, she was sure, with a small hillock of a belly, a fading mop of black and grey hair trimmed short, and a beard that had been well-shaped two weeks before.
“Me? I… I’ve got a class I need to get to and-” she said, but walked over to him anyway.
“Don’t worry about it. It’ll only take a couple minutes and I’ll give you a note if it makes you late.”
He grabbed hold of her hair by the ponytail and pulled her to her knees. It was so sudden, that her skirt rolled up, exposing the lacy black panties she’d chosen that morning for the entire hallway to see. The burning pain in her scalp opened her mouth to let out a gasp, which was cut short by a thick cock slamming deep into her unprepared throat. She choked and sputtered around the thrusting rod for a moment, but adjusted as he continued to fuck her throat.
“Do you have to be so rough with them, Bradshaw? Give the poor girl a chance to-” a woman’s voice started to chastise, but Bradshaw cut her off.
“Don’t worry about it. These young girls, they eat, sleep, and breathe cock. She probably gets her face fucked twice as hard by her roommates every morning,” he said, holding Avena down on his cock, his pubic hair tickling her nose, the rod cutting off her air, and his balls resting on her chin until she turned a deep shade of red. Then, he pulled her free of his cock just long enough to take in too hard breaths, before pounding back into her raw throat.
“See, she knows exactly how to handle herself when she’s getting her face fucked,” Bradshaw said.
Despite Avena’s best efforts, drool began to slip past her lips. It was just a little at first, but soon, a flood pushed out from between her lips and his cock. It dripped from her chin, flowed down his rod, and gobs seemed to leap from his swinging balls in slow motion to land on her blouse.
“Besides, you’re one to talk about taking it easy on them, Marsha. I saw you clamp those thighs so tight around that one young man’s head, it was a wonder he didn’t drown in your cunt,” Bradshaw teased.
“Well, guys can handle being roughed up a bit. he probably bragged to all his friends later about the hot professor who rode his face all class.”
“I bet you're no stranger to being roughed up,” he whispered.
“You want me to show you rough?” Marsha asked.
He nearly dragged Avena around by her ponytail, putting her between him and Marsha while he continued to speak to the other professor. Avena saw his free hand stretch out past her and then felt the heat of the other woman’s body pressing against the back of her head and driving her down on Bradshaw’s cock.
Two slender hands grabbed hold of Avena’s head at the sides, just as Bradshaw’s let go of her ponytail. For a moment, she thought things would start to go easier on her, but the woman pulled Avena’s almost completely free of Bradshaw’s cock, only to drive her down hard and fast enough that her nose began to ache with the impact against his belly.
“This is how you fuck the face of a little slut,” Marsha whispered. “You take that head in both hands and pound out every little thought she has. You make sure there’s nothing left in her head, nothing but your cock and the desire to make you cum as fast as possible.”
“I wonder if I should be listening to this,” Avena thought. “I mean, it seems like a private conversation… Wait… I’m gagging on this guy’s cock while the woman he’s flirting with is fucking him with my head… I’m pretty sure it’s fine for me to hear what they’re talking about…”
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Summary: Avena is an honor student, but not just any honor student, she’s the President of the Honor Society of her college.
The college has instituted some new measures to keep the faculty happy and healthy - measures which include allowing the faculty to fuck any students they choose, in any way they choose. She thought it only applied in class, but she’s about to find out that even in the halls when running late, she must see to the needs of the professors.
Men or women, the students must do what the professors demand. In Avena’s case, this time, that means having a dick pound her throat in a crowded hall.
Avena made her way through the crowded halls, her overstuffed backpack weighing her down while she tried to make it to her English Literature class on time. She’d picked a gray miniskirt that was just long enough to be decent if she didn’t bend over, a white blouse, and black flats to wear that day. With her red hair in a tight ponytail, her thick glasses, and her sense of purpose, no one would be surprised to learn that she was the President of the Honors Society at the University.
“Next semester, no classes that are closer than twenty minutes apart,” she mumbled to herself. “No more of this five minutes between classes stuff.”
She’d thought it would be easy enough, being the head of the Honor Society a full schedule should have been easy, but a surprise change to the university rules of conduct meant that she’d been delayed after just about every class.
“I was sure it wouldn’t affect me, at first. I mean, wouldn’t the professors prefer those big-titted-blondes? Well, I mean, I guess I can see it. Redheads are kind of in now, and I do have a nice ass,” she thought as she wormed her way through the crowd.
She glanced around as she walked, taking in the way things had changed. Guys and girls still talked and flirted, people studied, but also she’d catch sight of a professor plowing into a curvy brunette’s ass, cumming on some petite blonde’s tits, or getting a handjob from one student while helping another with some tricky piece of math.
“Well, the college wouldn’t require that students see to the sexual needs of the faculty if it didn’t benefit everyone,” she thought while staring at a swarthy instructor’s cock sliding between the ample breasts of a girl from her Philosophy class. She shrugged it off and continued on her way.
“You there,” a voice called out. “Yes, you with the red hair and the glasses. Come here.”
Avena turned around, pushed her thick-rimmed glasses up her nose with one finger and looked at the man pointing at her. He was in his forties, she was sure, with a small hillock of a belly, a fading mop of black and grey hair trimmed short, and a beard that had been well-shaped two weeks before.
“Me? I… I’ve got a class I need to get to and-” she said, but walked over to him anyway.
“Don’t worry about it. It’ll only take a couple minutes and I’ll give you a note if it makes you late.”
He grabbed hold of her hair by the ponytail and pulled her to her knees. It was so sudden, that her skirt rolled up, exposing the lacy black panties she’d chosen that morning for the entire hallway to see. The burning pain in her scalp opened her mouth to let out a gasp, which was cut short by a thick cock slamming deep into her unprepared throat. She choked and sputtered around the thrusting rod for a moment, but adjusted as he continued to fuck her throat.
“Do you have to be so rough with them, Bradshaw? Give the poor girl a chance to-” a woman’s voice started to chastise, but Bradshaw cut her off.
“Don’t worry about it. These young girls, they eat, sleep, and breathe cock. She probably gets her face fucked twice as hard by her roommates every morning,” he said, holding Avena down on his cock, his pubic hair tickling her nose, the rod cutting off her air, and his balls resting on her chin until she turned a deep shade of red. Then, he pulled her free of his cock just long enough to take in too hard breaths, before pounding back into her raw throat.
“See, she knows exactly how to handle herself when she’s getting her face fucked,” Bradshaw said.
Despite Avena’s best efforts, drool began to slip past her lips. It was just a little at first, but soon, a flood pushed out from between her lips and his cock. It dripped from her chin, flowed down his rod, and gobs seemed to leap from his swinging balls in slow motion to land on her blouse.
“Besides, you’re one to talk about taking it easy on them, Marsha. I saw you clamp those thighs so tight around that one young man’s head, it was a wonder he didn’t drown in your cunt,” Bradshaw teased.
“Well, guys can handle being roughed up a bit. he probably bragged to all his friends later about the hot professor who rode his face all class.”
“I bet you're no stranger to being roughed up,” he whispered.
“You want me to show you rough?” Marsha asked.
He nearly dragged Avena around by her ponytail, putting her between him and Marsha while he continued to speak to the other professor. Avena saw his free hand stretch out past her and then felt the heat of the other woman’s body pressing against the back of her head and driving her down on Bradshaw’s cock.
Two slender hands grabbed hold of Avena’s head at the sides, just as Bradshaw’s let go of her ponytail. For a moment, she thought things would start to go easier on her, but the woman pulled Avena’s almost completely free of Bradshaw’s cock, only to drive her down hard and fast enough that her nose began to ache with the impact against his belly.
“This is how you fuck the face of a little slut,” Marsha whispered. “You take that head in both hands and pound out every little thought she has. You make sure there’s nothing left in her head, nothing but your cock and the desire to make you cum as fast as possible.”
“I wonder if I should be listening to this,” Avena thought. “I mean, it seems like a private conversation… Wait… I’m gagging on this guy’s cock while the woman he’s flirting with is fucking him with my head… I’m pretty sure it’s fine for me to hear what they’re talking about…”
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Summary: Avena is an honor student, but not just any honor student, she’s the President of the Honor Society of her college.
The college has instituted some new measures to keep the faculty happy and healthy - measures which include allowing the faculty to fuck any students they choose, in any way they choose. She thought it only applied in class, but she’s about to find out that even in the halls when running late, she must see to the needs of the professors.
Men or women, the students must do what the professors demand. In Avena’s case, this time, that means having a dick pound her throat in a crowded hall.
Avena made her way through the crowded halls, her overstuffed backpack weighing her down while she tried to make it to her English Literature class on time. She’d picked a gray miniskirt that was just long enough to be decent if she didn’t bend over, a white blouse, and black flats to wear that day. With her red hair in a tight ponytail, her thick glasses, and her sense of purpose, no one would be surprised to learn that she was the President of the Honors Society at the University.
“Next semester, no classes that are closer than twenty minutes apart,” she mumbled to herself. “No more of this five minutes between classes stuff.”
She’d thought it would be easy enough, being the head of the Honor Society a full schedule should have been easy, but a surprise change to the university rules of conduct meant that she’d been delayed after just about every class.
“I was sure it wouldn’t affect me, at first. I mean, wouldn’t the professors prefer those big-titted-blondes? Well, I mean, I guess I can see it. Redheads are kind of in now, and I do have a nice ass,” she thought as she wormed her way through the crowd.
She glanced around as she walked, taking in the way things had changed. Guys and girls still talked and flirted, people studied, but also she’d catch sight of a professor plowing into a curvy brunette’s ass, cumming on some petite blonde’s tits, or getting a handjob from one student while helping another with some tricky piece of math.
“Well, the college wouldn’t require that students see to the sexual needs of the faculty if it didn’t benefit everyone,” she thought while staring at a swarthy instructor’s cock sliding between the ample breasts of a girl from her Philosophy class. She shrugged it off and continued on her way.
“You there,” a voice called out. “Yes, you with the red hair and the glasses. Come here.”
Avena turned around, pushed her thick-rimmed glasses up her nose with one finger and looked at the man pointing at her. He was in his forties, she was sure, with a small hillock of a belly, a fading mop of black and grey hair trimmed short, and a beard that had been well-shaped two weeks before.
“Me? I… I’ve got a class I need to get to and-” she said, but walked over to him anyway.
“Don’t worry about it. It’ll only take a couple minutes and I’ll give you a note if it makes you late.”
He grabbed hold of her hair by the ponytail and pulled her to her knees. It was so sudden, that her skirt rolled up, exposing the lacy black panties she’d chosen that morning for the entire hallway to see. The burning pain in her scalp opened her mouth to let out a gasp, which was cut short by a thick cock slamming deep into her unprepared throat. She choked and sputtered around the thrusting rod for a moment, but adjusted as he continued to fuck her throat.
“Do you have to be so rough with them, Bradshaw? Give the poor girl a chance to-” a woman’s voice started to chastise, but Bradshaw cut her off.
“Don’t worry about it. These young girls, they eat, sleep, and breathe cock. She probably gets her face fucked twice as hard by her roommates every morning,” he said, holding Avena down on his cock, his pubic hair tickling her nose, the rod cutting off her air, and his balls resting on her chin until she turned a deep shade of red. Then, he pulled her free of his cock just long enough to take in too hard breaths, before pounding back into her raw throat.
“See, she knows exactly how to handle herself when she’s getting her face fucked,” Bradshaw said.
Despite Avena’s best efforts, drool began to slip past her lips. It was just a little at first, but soon, a flood pushed out from between her lips and his cock. It dripped from her chin, flowed down his rod, and gobs seemed to leap from his swinging balls in slow motion to land on her blouse.
“Besides, you’re one to talk about taking it easy on them, Marsha. I saw you clamp those thighs so tight around that one young man’s head, it was a wonder he didn’t drown in your cunt,” Bradshaw teased.
“Well, guys can handle being roughed up a bit. he probably bragged to all his friends later about the hot professor who rode his face all class.”
“I bet you're no stranger to being roughed up,” he whispered.
“You want me to show you rough?” Marsha asked.
He nearly dragged Avena around by her ponytail, putting her between him and Marsha while he continued to speak to the other professor. Avena saw his free hand stretch out past her and then felt the heat of the other woman’s body pressing against the back of her head and driving her down on Bradshaw’s cock.
Two slender hands grabbed hold of Avena’s head at the sides, just as Bradshaw’s let go of her ponytail. For a moment, she thought things would start to go easier on her, but the woman pulled Avena’s almost completely free of Bradshaw’s cock, only to drive her down hard and fast enough that her nose began to ache with the impact against his belly.
“This is how you fuck the face of a little slut,” Marsha whispered. “You take that head in both hands and pound out every little thought she has. You make sure there’s nothing left in her head, nothing but your cock and the desire to make you cum as fast as possible.”
“I wonder if I should be listening to this,” Avena thought. “I mean, it seems like a private conversation… Wait… I’m gagging on this guy’s cock while the woman he’s flirting with is fucking him with my head… I’m pretty sure it’s fine for me to hear what they’re talking about…”
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Summary: Avena is an honor student, but not just any honor student, she’s the President of the Honor Society of her college.
The college has instituted some new measures to keep the faculty happy and healthy - measures which include allowing the faculty to fuck any students they choose, in any way they choose. She thought it only applied in class, but she’s about to find out that even in the halls when running late, she must see to the needs of the professors.
Men or women, the students must do what the professors demand. In Avena’s case, this time, that means having a dick pound her throat in a crowded hall.
Avena made her way through the crowded halls, her overstuffed backpack weighing her down while she tried to make it to her English Literature class on time. She’d picked a gray miniskirt that was just long enough to be decent if she didn’t bend over, a white blouse, and black flats to wear that day. With her red hair in a tight ponytail, her thick glasses, and her sense of purpose, no one would be surprised to learn that she was the President of the Honors Society at the University.
“Next semester, no classes that are closer than twenty minutes apart,” she mumbled to herself. “No more of this five minutes between classes stuff.”
She’d thought it would be easy enough, being the head of the Honor Society a full schedule should have been easy, but a surprise change to the university rules of conduct meant that she’d been delayed after just about every class.
“I was sure it wouldn’t affect me, at first. I mean, wouldn’t the professors prefer those big-titted-blondes? Well, I mean, I guess I can see it. Redheads are kind of in now, and I do have a nice ass,” she thought as she wormed her way through the crowd.
She glanced around as she walked, taking in the way things had changed. Guys and girls still talked and flirted, people studied, but also she’d catch sight of a professor plowing into a curvy brunette’s ass, cumming on some petite blonde’s tits, or getting a handjob from one student while helping another with some tricky piece of math.
“Well, the college wouldn’t require that students see to the sexual needs of the faculty if it didn’t benefit everyone,” she thought while staring at a swarthy instructor’s cock sliding between the ample breasts of a girl from her Philosophy class. She shrugged it off and continued on her way.
“You there,” a voice called out. “Yes, you with the red hair and the glasses. Come here.”
Avena turned around, pushed her thick-rimmed glasses up her nose with one finger and looked at the man pointing at her. He was in his forties, she was sure, with a small hillock of a belly, a fading mop of black and grey hair trimmed short, and a beard that had been well-shaped two weeks before.
“Me? I… I’ve got a class I need to get to and-” she said, but walked over to him anyway.
“Don’t worry about it. It’ll only take a couple minutes and I’ll give you a note if it makes you late.”
He grabbed hold of her hair by the ponytail and pulled her to her knees. It was so sudden, that her skirt rolled up, exposing the lacy black panties she’d chosen that morning for the entire hallway to see. The burning pain in her scalp opened her mouth to let out a gasp, which was cut short by a thick cock slamming deep into her unprepared throat. She choked and sputtered around the thrusting rod for a moment, but adjusted as he continued to fuck her throat.
“Do you have to be so rough with them, Bradshaw? Give the poor girl a chance to-” a woman’s voice started to chastise, but Bradshaw cut her off.
“Don’t worry about it. These young girls, they eat, sleep, and breathe cock. She probably gets her face fucked twice as hard by her roommates every morning,” he said, holding Avena down on his cock, his pubic hair tickling her nose, the rod cutting off her air, and his balls resting on her chin until she turned a deep shade of red. Then, he pulled her free of his cock just long enough to take in too hard breaths, before pounding back into her raw throat.
“See, she knows exactly how to handle herself when she’s getting her face fucked,” Bradshaw said.
Despite Avena’s best efforts, drool began to slip past her lips. It was just a little at first, but soon, a flood pushed out from between her lips and his cock. It dripped from her chin, flowed down his rod, and gobs seemed to leap from his swinging balls in slow motion to land on her blouse.
“Besides, you’re one to talk about taking it easy on them, Marsha. I saw you clamp those thighs so tight around that one young man’s head, it was a wonder he didn’t drown in your cunt,” Bradshaw teased.
“Well, guys can handle being roughed up a bit. he probably bragged to all his friends later about the hot professor who rode his face all class.”
“I bet you're no stranger to being roughed up,” he whispered.
“You want me to show you rough?” Marsha asked.
He nearly dragged Avena around by her ponytail, putting her between him and Marsha while he continued to speak to the other professor. Avena saw his free hand stretch out past her and then felt the heat of the other woman’s body pressing against the back of her head and driving her down on Bradshaw’s cock.
Two slender hands grabbed hold of Avena’s head at the sides, just as Bradshaw’s let go of her ponytail. For a moment, she thought things would start to go easier on her, but the woman pulled Avena’s almost completely free of Bradshaw’s cock, only to drive her down hard and fast enough that her nose began to ache with the impact against his belly.
“This is how you fuck the face of a little slut,” Marsha whispered. “You take that head in both hands and pound out every little thought she has. You make sure there’s nothing left in her head, nothing but your cock and the desire to make you cum as fast as possible.”
“I wonder if I should be listening to this,” Avena thought. “I mean, it seems like a private conversation… Wait… I’m gagging on this guy’s cock while the woman he’s flirting with is fucking him with my head… I’m pretty sure it’s fine for me to hear what they’re talking about…”
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Summary: Avena is an honor student, but not just any honor student, she’s the President of the Honor Society of her college.
The college has instituted some new measures to keep the faculty happy and healthy - measures which include allowing the faculty to fuck any students they choose, in any way they choose. She thought it only applied in class, but she’s about to find out that even in the halls when running late, she must see to the needs of the professors.
Men or women, the students must do what the professors demand. In Avena’s case, this time, that means having a dick pound her throat in a crowded hall.
Avena made her way through the crowded halls, her overstuffed backpack weighing her down while she tried to make it to her English Literature class on time. She’d picked a gray miniskirt that was just long enough to be decent if she didn’t bend over, a white blouse, and black flats to wear that day. With her red hair in a tight ponytail, her thick glasses, and her sense of purpose, no one would be surprised to learn that she was the President of the Honors Society at the University.
“Next semester, no classes that are closer than twenty minutes apart,” she mumbled to herself. “No more of this five minutes between classes stuff.”
She’d thought it would be easy enough, being the head of the Honor Society a full schedule should have been easy, but a surprise change to the university rules of conduct meant that she’d been delayed after just about every class.
“I was sure it wouldn’t affect me, at first. I mean, wouldn’t the professors prefer those big-titted-blondes? Well, I mean, I guess I can see it. Redheads are kind of in now, and I do have a nice ass,” she thought as she wormed her way through the crowd.
She glanced around as she walked, taking in the way things had changed. Guys and girls still talked and flirted, people studied, but also she’d catch sight of a professor plowing into a curvy brunette’s ass, cumming on some petite blonde’s tits, or getting a handjob from one student while helping another with some tricky piece of math.
“Well, the college wouldn’t require that students see to the sexual needs of the faculty if it didn’t benefit everyone,” she thought while staring at a swarthy instructor’s cock sliding between the ample breasts of a girl from her Philosophy class. She shrugged it off and continued on her way.
“You there,” a voice called out. “Yes, you with the red hair and the glasses. Come here.”
Avena turned around, pushed her thick-rimmed glasses up her nose with one finger and looked at the man pointing at her. He was in his forties, she was sure, with a small hillock of a belly, a fading mop of black and grey hair trimmed short, and a beard that had been well-shaped two weeks before.
“Me? I… I’ve got a class I need to get to and-” she said, but walked over to him anyway.
“Don’t worry about it. It’ll only take a couple minutes and I’ll give you a note if it makes you late.”
He grabbed hold of her hair by the ponytail and pulled her to her knees. It was so sudden, that her skirt rolled up, exposing the lacy black panties she’d chosen that morning for the entire hallway to see. The burning pain in her scalp opened her mouth to let out a gasp, which was cut short by a thick cock slamming deep into her unprepared throat. She choked and sputtered around the thrusting rod for a moment, but adjusted as he continued to fuck her throat.
“Do you have to be so rough with them, Bradshaw? Give the poor girl a chance to-” a woman’s voice started to chastise, but Bradshaw cut her off.
“Don’t worry about it. These young girls, they eat, sleep, and breathe cock. She probably gets her face fucked twice as hard by her roommates every morning,” he said, holding Avena down on his cock, his pubic hair tickling her nose, the rod cutting off her air, and his balls resting on her chin until she turned a deep shade of red. Then, he pulled her free of his cock just long enough to take in too hard breaths, before pounding back into her raw throat.
“See, she knows exactly how to handle herself when she’s getting her face fucked,” Bradshaw said.
Despite Avena’s best efforts, drool began to slip past her lips. It was just a little at first, but soon, a flood pushed out from between her lips and his cock. It dripped from her chin, flowed down his rod, and gobs seemed to leap from his swinging balls in slow motion to land on her blouse.
“Besides, you’re one to talk about taking it easy on them, Marsha. I saw you clamp those thighs so tight around that one young man’s head, it was a wonder he didn’t drown in your cunt,” Bradshaw teased.
“Well, guys can handle being roughed up a bit. he probably bragged to all his friends later about the hot professor who rode his face all class.”
“I bet you're no stranger to being roughed up,” he whispered.
“You want me to show you rough?” Marsha asked.
He nearly dragged Avena around by her ponytail, putting her between him and Marsha while he continued to speak to the other professor. Avena saw his free hand stretch out past her and then felt the heat of the other woman’s body pressing against the back of her head and driving her down on Bradshaw’s cock.
Two slender hands grabbed hold of Avena’s head at the sides, just as Bradshaw’s let go of her ponytail. For a moment, she thought things would start to go easier on her, but the woman pulled Avena’s almost completely free of Bradshaw’s cock, only to drive her down hard and fast enough that her nose began to ache with the impact against his belly.
“This is how you fuck the face of a little slut,” Marsha whispered. “You take that head in both hands and pound out every little thought she has. You make sure there’s nothing left in her head, nothing but your cock and the desire to make you cum as fast as possible.”
“I wonder if I should be listening to this,” Avena thought. “I mean, it seems like a private conversation… Wait… I’m gagging on this guy’s cock while the woman he’s flirting with is fucking him with my head… I’m pretty sure it’s fine for me to hear what they’re talking about…”
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