desi indian invatatoare forcing student #part 3

A moment later the desi blonde girl approached me, Smiling nervously. “Hi there,” she said, glancing around, clearly nervous, “I'm Sandi and I wonder if you'd help me with something?” “Sure,” I said, what's up?” “Come with me.” she said taking my hand and leading the way into a department store. “you guys go on,” stammered Peter, wide eyed, “I'll wait here.” She led me to the back of the store and after a nervous look around, pulled me into the family restroom. She paused long enough to lock the door then quickly stripped naked and started fumbling with the zipper on my pants. She was breathing deeply, clearly excited. “Oh, God.” she said, “this is so not like me, but I want you right now.” I helped her get student my pants down around my ankles and she dropped to her knees, sucking my hard prick into her mouth. She bobbed her head on my prick, swirling her tongue around the shaft. I reached down, fondling her breasts, perhaps 34 C cup size, feeling her nipples harden. Her cheeks were hollowed by the suction she was applying, she looked up at me with startling emerald green eyes. The stimulation was almost unbearable. I felt my balls tighten and with almost no indian warning, blew a load of cum past her tonsils. She kept sucking for a moment as she fought to swallow every drop. I felt myself softening as she took a few final licks at my prick. “Performance augmentation protocols active.” said the voice in my head. My prick rose teacher up into an almost painful erection. Sandi gave a quiet squeal of delight, holding my prick in her hand as she led me to the sink. She sat herself on the counter, guiding my prick to her waiting pussy. I cooperated wholeheartedly, sliding my prick into her dripping pussy. She let out a little gasp as I entered her crying out a soft 'oh' with every stroke. Her pussy felt mom like it was on fire as her muscles worked to pull me deeper. My hips had taken on a life of there own, pumping into her. “Secondary pleasure matrix engaged.” said my inner voice. We desi all get into a car or limo and head home. “No. On my runs the last couple of days I’ve only seen one old couple and they totally ignored me. It’s too early for most people so come on, get ‘em off.” The flight back to Miami was uneventful, albeit a bit painful, and it didn’t really help wearing Ben, they only mom seemed to make my clit swell more. “Why, a gangbang of you, of course.” The futa-president smiled. “I thought that I had teacher but he went all indian weird on me.” After the company dinner Walt came back to a very horny wife. Diamond stiffened beneath me, the opposite of what she should’ve done. The pump started to sound strained. Finally, she was sent on into the building student and disappeared behind a strip curtain. She braced one foot under Angus’ bulge and idly stroked the other across the top.