duncan total drama

“Here. Like that. You’ll make me cum.” She withdrew her hand and began to paw at my belt buckle. She opened my pants roughly and plunged her hands through the waistband of my underwear, grasping my ball sack with one hand, wrapping the fingers of her other hand around my shaft, stroking me hard. If I hadn’t already jacked off twice that day, I would have cum right there. Mrs. B. was staring me in the face, looking stern, but her face was reddening and her breathing more rapid with her oncoming orgasm.

Edging a bit at a time, she moved as slowly as she dared, her pussy spasming and forcing her to stop an inch at a time. Sweat dripped off her face onto her father’s chest while her juices dripped down and soaked his bush. Finally, she had only his fat cockhead inside her while she squatted above him ready to make her dismount. But she was also at her limit, and she was unsure how much more teasing her poor pussy could take. Not wanting to risk it another moment, Sarah pushed against the bed with her heels and came up into a standing position over her dad. His cock popped out with a wet slurp as it flipped back to his stomach, and it tipped Sarah over the edge.

Her legs locked around her father’s leg harder this time, clamping down in earnest. Her whole body shuddered like she was shivering in the cold. And she let out an unrestrained gasp of pleasure, her lips inadvertently opening and rubbing against the helmet of her father, the tip of his penis slipping between them and onto her tongue.