Close Examine - The Professor - Tape 3
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Work has kept parent busy lately. His college girls are lucky; imagine having a schoolteacher as sexy as schoolteacher Snow! I’m fortunate too—even in typical schoolteacher garment and glasses his trimmed head and acute features give him a powerful, male edge. I’m sure he’s given rise to any nasty student’s “hot professor” fantasy.One late night on my way to get a glass of water, I stumbled upon him in his study. He wasn’t working at all, at least not on college work—he was milking himself. I had been stealing looks at his swelling for years, and had seen his brute from around corners. It was astounding even when it was flaccid. But watching him here tonight, and witnessing it in its total glory, downright engorged, was something else altogether. I was enormously mesmerized.I had to ...I had to wonder what had made him so worked up. Was it just the stress from work? Who was he thinking of? Was it me? Was it a student? Abruptly though, he caught me. He snapped off something about boundaries, but made lil' try to stash his manstick from me. It wobbled back and forth as he admonished me. I couldn’t just overlook it; I let him know that I was impressed. He was rapid to cave. His fellow might be pervy, but, well… so was he.I came in and sat beside him, his tree-trunk hips framing his man-meat beautifully. He told me I could rub it, and it’s great he gave me permission, because I needed to rub it. His thickness and weight sensed extraordinaire in my hand as I stroked it. A fresh need arose—I desired to taste it. My hatch was going to taste my dad’s cock.But he knew I had never done that before. I was a bit meek about it. I know the general concept of a blowjob, of course, but when a brute of a manstick is actually in front of you, it's different. Spectacle anxiety sets in. Sometimes, when you finally get what you want, you just don’t know what to do with it.But, I worked up the courage and I opened my lips. As if it was always meant to be, my dad’s manstick was in my mouth. I couldn’t believe it! It was huge, and seemingly kept getting taller and fatter in my mouth. It tasted amazing; it was salty and velvet. I choked a bit as I tried to get it as far down my facehole as possible. For an absolute novice, I wasn’t doing bad, I thought, and parent looked all too proud of me.To shortly relax my jaw—my parent was fairly big, after all—I got undressed. As I did so, he stroked and observed intently. I could sense my nerves going crazy, but my passion was far more powerful. I went back to servicing Dad’s manstick with my mouth. He caressed my mitt tenderly; the mix up of affection and animalistic passion was intoxicating. parent moaned, and after some time, he looked me in the eye, and asked me to sit on it.I had no hesitation, and my nerves were lengthy gone. I jumped right on to his lap, prepped to have my cherry popped. His yam-sized manstick head popped right in, and I winced and whined a bit as I leisurely slipped down the hard slab. But I was determined, and sooner than either of us could have fathomed, he was all the way in.I gyrated up and down, bringing the entirety of his skin in and out of me. The rail got lighter the longer I bounced. The tabouret squeaked as we picked up the pace. He told me he was close, and something about hearing that made me dollar up and down even faster. It was like a switch was spinned inwards me; my assets just knew what to do.Eventually, he shot his load. I could sense his heat within me, smearing my depths and marking me in a way I would never forget. My booty was adorned in his cum, the last droplets of his ejaculation running in rivulets from my cheeks and onto his thigh. I kissed him and wanked myself off, inhaling my load all over my Dad’s chest. He scooped my load off his pecs and tasted it. I suppose that meant my heat was now in him, too.
Work has kept parent busy lately. His college girls are lucky; imagine having a schoolteacher as sexy as schoolteacher Snow! I’m fortunate too—even in typical schoolteacher garment and glasses his trimmed head and acute features give him a powerful, male edge. I’m sure he’s given rise to any nasty student’s “hot professor” fantasy.One late night on my way to get a glass of water, I stumbled upon him in his study. He wasn’t working at all, at least not on college work—he was milking himself. I had been stealing looks at his swelling for years, and had seen his brute from around corners. It was astounding even when it was flaccid. But watching him here tonight, and witnessing it in its total glory, downright engorged, was something else altogether. I was enormously mesmerized.I had to ...I had to wonder what had made him so worked up. Was it just the stress from work? Who was he thinking of? Was it me? Was it a student? Abruptly though, he caught me. He snapped off something about boundaries, but made lil' try to stash his manstick from me. It wobbled back and forth as he admonished me. I couldn’t just overlook it; I let him know that I was impressed. He was rapid to cave. His fellow might be pervy, but, well… so was he.I came in and sat beside him, his tree-trunk hips framing his man-meat beautifully. He told me I could rub it, and it’s great he gave me permission, because I needed to rub it. His thickness and weight sensed extraordinaire in my hand as I stroked it. A fresh need arose—I desired to taste it. My hatch was going to taste my dad’s cock.But he knew I had never done that before. I was a bit meek about it. I know the general concept of a blowjob, of course, but when a brute of a manstick is actually in front of you, it's different. Spectacle anxiety sets in. Sometimes, when you finally get what you want, you just don’t know what to do with it.But, I worked up the courage and I opened my lips. As if it was always meant to be, my dad’s manstick was in my mouth. I couldn’t believe it! It was huge, and seemingly kept getting taller and fatter in my mouth. It tasted amazing; it was salty and velvet. I choked a bit as I tried to get it as far down my facehole as possible. For an absolute novice, I wasn’t doing bad, I thought, and parent looked all too proud of me.To shortly relax my jaw—my parent was fairly big, after all—I got undressed. As I did so, he stroked and observed intently. I could sense my nerves going crazy, but my passion was far more powerful. I went back to servicing Dad’s manstick with my mouth. He caressed my mitt tenderly; the mix up of affection and animalistic passion was intoxicating. parent moaned, and after some time, he looked me in the eye, and asked me to sit on it.I had no hesitation, and my nerves were lengthy gone. I jumped right on to his lap, prepped to have my cherry popped. His yam-sized manstick head popped right in, and I winced and whined a bit as I leisurely slipped down the hard slab. But I was determined, and sooner than either of us could have fathomed, he was all the way in.I gyrated up and down, bringing the entirety of his skin in and out of me. The rail got lighter the longer I bounced. The tabouret squeaked as we picked up the pace. He told me he was close, and something about hearing that made me dollar up and down even faster. It was like a switch was spinned inwards me; my assets just knew what to do.Eventually, he shot his load. I could sense his heat within me, smearing my depths and marking me in a way I would never forget. My booty was adorned in his cum, the last droplets of his ejaculation running in rivulets from my cheeks and onto his thigh. I kissed him and wanked myself off, inhaling my load all over my Dad’s chest. He scooped my load off his pecs and tasted it. I suppose that meant my heat was now in him, too.
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