Miss Samson

Miss Samson enters the room, but doesn't notice you and Taylor. She deeply inhales your sex scent spilled in the air. Then sniffs again and ask herself:

"What the smelling? Nice, rich and musky." She sniffs again. "Really nice. Maybe new perfume? I must ask my girls."

She turns to the mirror and notices you and Taylor.

"Hey, what are you doing here? It's the cheerleaders room!" Ms. Samson recognizes you. "Oh, John, Taylor, it's you. Sorry, I didn't recognize you right away."

You turns to face her while she continues to explain:

"I didn’t want to bother you. I’m leav..." she stares at your huge cock and trails off.

While she is mesmerized by looking at your magnificent pillar, you come close to her. Your swollen wet knob presses against her abs and slightly pushes cheerleaders coach back. You lay your hand on her waist and presses Ms. Samson to you. Your knob rises up her abs, leaving a wide, wet mark on her T-shirt. Soon your huge cock are pressed to her abs, and your knob is nestled between downsides of her boobs. Ms. Samson has been watching as your royal piton is approaching her, presses and moving up, but finally takes her eyes off your impressive prick and looks up. You look into her eyes and say:

"You wanted to know what that smell is?" You are grinning. "This isn't a perfume, this is my jizz. Do you want to taste?"

You take her palm in your strong hand and press to your knob. Her fingers dutifully caress your big wet rod. You releases her hand and she licks her cum-stained fingers.

"Yummy." Ms. Samson giggles. "You're yummy, John."

Before you can answer, Taylor's angry voice rings out:

"Fuck off, Heather. John is my boyfriend and he'll satisfy me first."