Sandra rides his cock while he grabs her sexy ass

Was he masturbating? The thought made Joey's cock jump to attention and caused his asshole to flex. "I remember, sir," now it was Joey's turn to put sex into his voice. Mr. Brennan's breath quickened as Joey said sir, and soon he was grunting into the mouthpiece quietly as Joey planted a kiss on the receiver and hung up the phone. "Later, Teach." Joey grabs a pair of Converse high heels and puts them in his bag along with his cellphone, then puts on his tennis shoes, grabs his CD and the CD case, and heads out of his house, ready for school. School, The Now As the minute hand moves over the fifteen on the wall clock in the shop room, Mr. Brennan walks through the door. He stops as he catches sight of Joey, in his mother's green and gold bikini and standing in the center of the shop, the woodpress directly behind him and strewn with his clothes. He was wearing the heels, so he stood as tall as Mr. Brennan now. His long blonde hair was pulled into two big pom-pom like pigtails at the top of his head, and his balls were protruding from his thighs again, the outline of his miniscule penis clearly visible in the fabric of the too-small green bikini bottom, rock hard with a wet spot at the tip. "Sir, I'm ready for cum my punishment." Mr. Brennan caught himself staring and moved quickly into the room, locking the door behind him and turning off the light lest they be tits seen. Walking to his desk, he loosens and undoes his tie and beckons Joey forward. Joey takes his time walking to the desk as Mr. Brennan disrobes, choosing to enjoy the sight of his husky shop teacher giving him a private, albeit brief, strip show. His muscular upper body was covered in hair, only the sides of his torso, hips, and the undersides of his forearms being free from the fuzz. His cock was half hard and growing by the minute between his muscular thighs, the weight pulling it downward. Mr. Brennan reaches down into his desk and pulls out a jar of vasoline as Joey finishes walking up to the desk, sliding his ass onto the corner and crossing his legs as Mr. Brennan puts the vasoline down on top of his gtrade sheets and circles him, extending his arm to run his hand over Joey's thighs, ass and crotch, each slide of his fingers eliciting a slight shake from him. Gripping the back of Joey's neck, the shop teacher forces his face to his own and passionetly kisses him, shoving his tongue deep into his mouth as his hands explore Joey's bikini-clad form. Joey grips his teacher's body with all of his limbs, his legs straddling Brennan around the waist as his hands grope the muscular shoulders teen and back of the burly man, his naked and hairy flesh tight beneath his clutching digits. Mr. Brennan lifts Joey in his arms, grasping each pert ass cheek in his palms as he turns and sits on his desk, placing Joey on his lap facing him, Brennan's erect cock wedged between the round globes of Joey's posterior. By now Joey's bikini bottoms were scrunched into his ass cheeks and rubbing painfully on the tip of his cock. Squirming from the discomfort, Joey reaches down and unties the left side, the fabric falling away as his hips grind into the monster prick underneath him. Feeling the fabric sliding off of his young fucktoy's body, Mr. Brennan lifts Joey up with one hand, causing Joey to squeal in surprise and admiration, and positions his cock small head directly at the entrance to the well-used fuckhole so very recently exposed to the free air. Keeping Joey suspended, Mr. Brennan grabs the vasoline jar and tries to untwist it with one hand, cursing as he keeps flubbing his grip on the thing. Joey giggles and reaches down, removing it from his fist and opening it. “I am fantasising having your man kiss and lick my arse. When it had finished she looked at me and said It's not supposed to be shared with others." "Oh, jeez I can't believe I'm doing this right now." I tits shuddered, eager to be in her nineteen-year-old small pussy. I’d look at you two all day if I could. "Just go with it." Riley yawned, “Alright, dad will be home soon, I’m going to shower and go big cum to bed.” A never-ending storm of rapture. There was no wrath in me, however. "Good morning," I said. Soon, the test was over and she ran to the rest room and masturbated as sexual images flooded her mind. “I teen don't know,” Mom said. Oh, did I realize it. What do you say at a time like this? He didn't want Keith to see him on the balcony.