Inside you

"Inside me," you moan. "Cum inside me."

Mr. Goreman's petrified pole throbs with each thrust into your creamy cunny. Each stroke is accompanied by the sloppy wet slosh of your juicy hole and his leaking tool. His thighs slap against your toned ass and his fingers dig into your cheeks.

"Oh yeah, sweetie," the old man groans from behind you. "Oh, sweetie. You're so hot."

You squeeze him with your inner muscles and gasp as his cock twitches inside you. He buries he's fat fuckstick inside you until his tightening balls are mashing against your clit.

"Cum for me!" You cry.

"Aaaaahhh!" The old man grunts and wheezes and slams his shaft into your steamy depths.

You feel his cock swell and then it's buried inside you and exploding. You can feel each orgasmic pulse work up the length of his shaft and into your molten tunnel. He holds himself buried inside you and begins to pump warm torrents of his spunk inside your pussy.

"Oh god, I'm cumming," he cries and throws back his head as huge squirts of his sperm drain into your womb.

You squeeze him and massage Mr. Goreman's cock as it quakes and drools out the last of the old man's load. He collapses, panting, behind you. As his thick cock plops free you feel his warm cream oozing out of your teenage slit. You scoop some from your swollen lips and lift gooey load to your lips, licking it up for his benefit.

"Thank you so much, sweetie," he says, still badly out of breath.

You give him a big kiss on the lips and press your sweaty body against his.

You break the kiss and reply, "It was my pleasure."

You slip sensuously up his body, dragging your hard pink nipples across his chest and up over his face. You stand before him, his face at the level of your bare pussy. It's a prime view of the drips of sperm leaking out down your thighs, but you're more worried about your clothes.

You draped it on the bush...