Dr. Sinclair receives another ass-pounding

Letting out another long, deeply satisfied groan to further denote just how immensely satisfied that Ian’s spirited reaming of her juicy ass had left her, Vixen turned her head to face the bulbous crown of his cock, groaning once more at how the precum that hadn’t been propelled halfway across the room had instead oozed out his pisshole, flowing from it like from a wide-open tap as it spilled out onto the desk to form itself into a pool of clear fluid that approached her head as it grew larger at a steady pace.

Rolling her head a little to allow her to gaze up at Ian’s face, Vixen had barely begun to send him her sluttiest look before there was an audible rumble rising up from between his legs as the heavy pounding of his balls intensified, the low, dark rumbling mixing with the delighted squeal that Vixen let out upon having her face blasted with his latest high-powered discharge of prejizz.

“That’s it,” Vixen began, her voice now sounding a little vague in the wake of her repeated screams of pure orgasmic bliss, but still as seductive and as dripping with arousal as ever, “paint your slut’s face…”

Hearing Vixen urge him on, as well as seeing her lying on her back in front of him, splayed out across the desk with her long legs spread wide and her absolutely massive, gloriously bronzed tits rising up from her chest, the two round globes seeming wholly unaffected by mundane matters such as gravity, her small, hard nipples pointing up towards the ceiling as literally the whole of her body, from her juicing pussy on up, was liberally coated with his precum, which equipped her velvet-smooth, richly tanned skin with a particularly fetching lustre, caused Ian to flex his cock, gritting his teeth as the ginormous, muscular slab of vein-coated fuckmeat that stood out far and proud from between his legs came rising up off the desk, his balls expanding rapidly against his scrotum for a moment as a truly epic jet of precum came thundering out through his widened cumhole, this cutting a path across the classroom before finally making Vikki release a desperately horny shriek in response to how the thin, long body of prejizz smacked against her, ending up glued to the top of her head, to her face, and to her huge boobs, the release of prejizz hitting her such **** that much of it was ricocheted off her awe-inspiring chest, instead ending up glued to Tierra’s face and tits, wiping away some of Mr Longfellow’s jizz that had adorned her cheeks, lips and chin. Finally grabbing hold of his monumentally massive fuckshaft, Ian felt it throbbing against his grip as he stepped away from the desk, aimed its business-end at Vixen’s face, and let rip another generous outpouring of precum, already being on the move by the time that it smacked against her nose and spread itself out over her cheeks.

Knowing full well that the eyes of every last one of the thirteen girls attending the master class were all firmly fixed on him, Ian started slowly fisting his cock as he walked in around the desk, which was just high enough to obscure a substantial portion of his member, but not so that its fist-sized head wouldn’t come rising up from behind it as he pulled towards him, ensuring that his cumslit was aimed at the ceiling as precum poured forth from it.

“Oh, you’ve got to be k… C-COCK!” Having begun to say something to Ian as he placed the blunt crown of his thick, massively long fuckpiece against the wildly distended shape of her cinnamon ring, Vixen was unprepared for the speed with which he seized hold of her waspish waist and thrust his hips forwards, the evocative yell coming about a fraction of a second after his cockend had speared through her ringpiece and re-entered her anal passage, her elastic ring of muscle clamping down around the shaft of his mighty fucktool, though that didn’t stop him from feeding several more of his many inches through it.

Lifting his gaze from the point where Vixen’s peachy asscheeks were pushed wide apart by the circumference of his cock, and her asshole was widened to an obscene degree for the exact same reason, Ian looked out over the class, noting how most of them were now staring at Vixen’s face while playing with their wet pussies.
However, there were a few exceptions.

Tierra was no longer looking straight ahead at the front of the classroom, but was instead standing in front of her desk, presenting Ian with her backside as she leaned in over the high desk, her hands placed firmly against the top of the desk. Normally, Tierra’s new stance would have offered Ian with an excellent view of her heart-shaped booty, but it was currently obscured by the back of Vikki’s head, as the blonde young super-slut was sitting on her haunches behind Tierra, apparently having snaked her tongue in through the other girl’s asshole.

The blonde who Ian had been seated next to the busty black girl was now reclining atop her desk, looking at Ian over her huge boobs as she held her mile-long legs spread wide apart, displaying absolutely no shame whatsoever in how she was circling two of the fingers of her left hand around her clit, her pussy drooling juices out onto her right wrist as that hand was thrust in between her thighs so that she could keep another pair of fingers thrust through her asshole, which was hugging the digits tightly as she kept her luscious lips puckered, a soft moan flowing out past them ever so often.

Wearing black stripper sandals, the long stiletto-heels and platform soles of which were easy enough for Ian to spot, the blonde had on a short-sleeved white blouse, the front of which was tied together in a knot beneath her toffee-tanned tits, the blouse serving as a sort of framework for the two huge globes as they spilled out far in front of it, each hemispherical orb of succulent titflesh crowned with a tiny, rock-hard pebble of a nipple. The blonde’s current position also ensured that the toned state of her midriff, dominated by the etched musculature that ran down it and which helped give off the impression that she was as graceful as she was strong, was highlighted.

Ian’s attention had been turned from Vixen for just a moment or two, and was now turned back to her when the top-heavy babe’s tight ass managed to coax a lengthy discharge of precum from him, which disappeared deep into her anal tunnel, the first sixteen inches of which seemed to have long-since moulded themselves around his cock, his eyes catching how about half of his mammoth fuckmast was currently thrust past her dramatically diluted bunghole, disappearing in between the considerable swell of her flawless asscheeks as her stocking-clad legs trembled and her glove-encased arms were stretched out in front of her. Feeling how a copious amount of Ian’s precum flowed into her rectum as his cock pounded heavily against its walls, Vixen allowed the sluts in front of her to catch how her eyes rolled back and her lips slid apart to reveal her mouth, releasing a long, passionate scream as girlcum burst forth from her pussy and cascaded its way all across the desk in front of her, mixing with the precum with which it was doused already.

Still holding onto Vixen’s slender waist, Ian resumed feeding his dick deeper into her ass, heaving his weight back and forth to **** more of his member past her widened fuckhole, each forward thrust seeming to bring forth another gush of girlcum from Vixen, until so much of his cumtube had been speared past her tight little cinnamon ring that his balls smacked against her bald honeypot, which proceeded to unleash another flurry of her orgasmic juices directly onto Ian’s bloated nutsack.

“M… Monstercock…” Vixen stammered out, her voice matching her dishevelled, well-fucked state, just before Ian began backing away from her, extracting his cock through her quivering ringpiece only moments after he’d finally pounded the whole length of it past the monstrously distended ring of muscle.

Seemingly drawing an immense amount of satisfaction from how she’d been momentarily reduced to being Ian’s squirting fucktoy, Vixen let loose one more rhythmic cannonade of girlcum as the fist-sized head of Ian’s dick came popping out of her anus, the loud, obscene sound of it doing so intermingling with the latest of her raptured shrieks.

Vixen’s whole body heaved from the dreamy sigh that she let out as Ian flipped her over, bringing her onto her back atop the desk and having himself ending up standing between her legs as they stretched out behind him, the stiletto-heels of her stripper sandals aimed at the whiteboard as Ian lined the vividly purple crown of his schlong up against the gaping entrance to her ass.

“Do it…” Vixen ordered Ian, looking up from beyond her absolutely ginormous knockers as they rose up high and proud from her chest, the whole length of her cleavage from how it had been plastered with his precum earlier on, her eyes collapsing into tiny slits and her plump lips sliding open like the curtains at the start of a show, the supremely slutty doctor throwing her head back to resume casting fevered glances at the young, busty, horny students in front of her as the tip of Ian’s cock came pushing in through her asshole, the sudden intrusion of his mighty fucktool through her widened sphincter causing her to have a plume of girlcum come jetting out of her slit, the wave-like releases of her orgasmic juices ending up splattered against Ian’s stomach and chest as he continued spearing his cock deeper into her ass, inching his way closer to her trembling snatch.

Once Ian had about half of his cock firmly entrenched within the snug recesses of Vixen’s booty, having once more used the width of his humungous fuckpole to **** the normally unyielding, always near-agonizingly luscious halves of her heart-shaped derriere apart, he leaned forwards and dug his hands in underneath her back, causing her to scream and squirt again by feeding another inch or so of his schlong past her cinnamon ring while hoisting her upwards and towards him, having her huge boobs be cushioned high up on his chest as she wrapped her toned legs round his waist.

“Ian!” Vixen cried out, her arms now wrapped around his arms while the class behind her were all utterly dumbstruck by the sight of his massive fuckpiece disappearing up into her hugely distended ass, their amazement at what they were currently not exactly being diminished when he took a step back and to the left, bringing him from behind the desk so that they could all gawk at how his beefy balls were pulsating as they hung down between his legs, the two massive orbs pumping with such ferocity that they looked almost like they were bouncing about in his sac. Even Vikki was looking at Ian, the sudden silence surrounding her having caused her to slip her tongue from inside Tierra’s bubble butt to admire the spectacle of the first eight inches or so of Ian’s immensely thick, cast-iron cum-cannon rippling and throbbing as they led up into Vixen’s impaled ass, a horny gasp escaping Vikki’s lips as she followed how Ian brought his hands up on top of Vixen’s shoulders.

“FUUUUUUUCK!” Vixen cried out in ecstasy when Ian proceeded to push her down onto his cock, girlcum blasting out of her slit as she sunk further and further down his front, causing him to be further drenched in her heady ejaculate, spurts of which were rushing out of her honeypot every second or so as the feel of his cock filling up her caused her to experience a veritable marathon of a climax, the whole of her voluptuous body shaking and quivering the inches of his cock rose up through her anus.

Knowing that he probably wouldn’t last much longer before releasing what promised to be an absolute monster of a cumshot, Ian moved his hands down to Vixen’s ass, taking a firm hold of her glutes and proceeding to raise her up while bucking his hips back, making a few inches of his dick come sliding out through her ringpiece before he thrust himself forwards again and allowed her to sink back towards his crotch, while more of her girlcum ended up glued to his stomach.

“Oh fuck…” Vikki gasped as she watched Ian repeat the process a half-dozen or so times, the young blonde staring at what was taking place in front of her whilst pumping two of her fingers past Tierra’s spit-sleek balloon-knot of an asshole, with her darker friend having her head turned as far to the left as it would go, looking past her shoulder at how Ian was bouncing Vixen’s juicy booty up and down on his cock.

Moments later, and Vixen was once more splayed out across the desk, lying on her back next to the small metal sink in which her jizz-drenched notes had ended up, her legs now surrendering their hold of Ian’s waist and instead ending up hanging limply in front of her as he extracted his fuckpiece from inside her ass until only its fist-sized head remained hidden beyond her gaping cinnamon ring.

“Vikki… and you!” Ian spoke, his voice darker and louder than before as he pointed at the blouse-clad blonde who was still fingering her ass, “Come up here and help me paint this slut…”