He was of middle years, perhaps forty-five or fifty, with brown hair graying at the temples and gold-rimmed glasses. xnx His brown tweed coat bore the customary Tarnheim crest, and looked quite fetching on his broad shoulders. She brought me off three times before rising from the sofa, having me lick the dildo which now glistened with my juices and the stranger’s cum. Master Ogilvie proclaimed, “I’ll take her next.”
I turned, still kneeling, towards him, but he promptly picked me up and deposited me face down over the arm of a large leather sofa. I stroked her hair as she quietly sobbed on my shoulder. The next day, I found my schedule of classes posted on my door. His cock had to be thicker than my wrist, and I felt the massive head bang against my cervix as he sank to the hilt in me.
