Fill that pussy!

You hunch over Ms. Drew, your hands moving up and under the front of her sweater to cup her perky bosoms, smirking when you feel her lack of bra as the smooth skin presses to your fingers, jiggling flesh in your palms and perky nipples rubbing across your hands. You fuck her hard, like an animal, slamming your hips against her ass while the teen detective just begs for more.

“Oh, God, it feels wonderful… so big…” she gasps and pants as you rut into her, “So much bigger than any I’ve – ah – had before…”

A little chuckle at the comment is all you give her in response. Looks like Ms. Drew isn’t as innocent as she would have the public believe.

You look up toward the cause of all this, over at Mr. Kamp and his adorable fuck toy. He yanks and pulls at her hair and tiny body, looking like he's about to break her in two, but she just keeps moaning for more.

You feel Nancy suddenly tighten up around your dick, as the teen detective is rocked by a hot orgasm brought on by your monster cock. She shudders beneath you, pussy leaking fluids down the inside of her thighs while you continue to fuck her tight hole.

Emma's hips push back on the assailing cock violently; her whole body shaking and bouncing as she eagerly takes the older man's cock. Her modest tits swing and shake wildly as she is thrown forward each time. It’s too much for you to take.

“Ah, I’m gonna cum…” you moan out.

Nancy looks back at you over her shoulder, “Cum inside me, John, I’m on the pill. Ah, fill me with your warmth!”

"Oh fuck! Cum all over my face, Daddy!" Emma moans to the grunting Mr. Kamp.

Mr. Kamp suddenly pulls out of her and commands, "Open your mouth, Emma!"

Emma does as she's told and spins around, flopping down on the lounge chair. Her mouth opens wide and she looks up at him, her little tongue coming out to lap at the head of his cock.

Mr. Kamp groans as thick ropes of white cum shoot from his cock, flying all over the young girl's face. A few more volleys of cum shoot across her face as she giggles; they land in her hair, on her face and dripping down onto her tits.

“Here thrust it thrust cums!” you pant out before you slam your hips against Nancy’s cunt, your balls tightening up as you fire off a few pent up rounds of hot man juice into her tight snatch. Your hips grind into her soft little rear, milking your cum from your cock as you let out a moan of pleasure.

Nancy smiles back at you as you slip out of her, her pink nether lips spread wide by your horse dick, some white spooge dripping from the hole, “Pent up, much?”

You just chuckle. Looking up, you notice Mr. Kamp and Emma have finished, “Nancy, look, they’re on the move.”

Without a word, Mr Kamp turns and walks back to the house; pulling his pants back into place and zipping up as he goes inside.

Emma slowly stands back up and grabs a towel from the ground beside the chair, wiping the cum from her face. She then zips her hoodie back up and stands, pulling her panties and shorts back into place.

"Well, what's the next step? Do we talk to Mr. Kamp, or do we talk to the girl?" You ask, stuffing your cock back into your boxers and zipping up your fly.

Nancy wiggles her hips as she slides her thong back up and pushes her skirt down, pondering the question as she does so.