Belle x Jermal

Belle (f, 22, all rp, desc. available, adaptable): (Hi, do you have something in mind or do you wanna work something out?)
Jermal (male / african-american / 6'1 / hazel eye / bbc / loves slutty girls): (Hiya, don't have anything in mind atm so we can work something out? I'd love to mix our ideas.)
Belle (f, 22, all rp, desc. available, adaptable): (Okay, I'm down. What are your kinks?)
Jermal (male / african-american / 6'1 / hazel eye / bbc / loves slutty girls): (I like interracial, dirty descriptive talk, deepthroats, anal, girls with really low inhibitions, cheating, impregnation and some rough stuff.)
Belle (f, 22, all rp, desc. available, adaptable): (I'm into it. Do you have any roles that you prefer or something that you think is key to a role-play? Anything that just makes or breaks it for you)
Jermal (male / african-american / 6'1 / hazel eye / bbc / loves slutty girls): (Well I'm quite dom so that's what I usually do, but I like switching too. And the only thing that is key in a rp for me is literacy honestly. It's a bit of a turn off when the other person isn't literate.)
Jermal (male / african-american / 6'1 / hazel eye / bbc / loves slutty girls): (May I see your desc?)
Belle (f, 22, all rp, desc. available, adaptable): (Long dark hair, dark eyes, olive skin, 5'4, 36-30-38, 32D)
Belle (f, 22, all rp, desc. available, adaptable): (Okay, for sure. I'm trying to think up something that would work really well with your kinks)
Jermal (male / african-american / 6'1 / hazel eye / bbc / loves slutty girls): (Okay! Take your time~)
Belle (f, 22, all rp, desc. available, adaptable): (A professor scene comes to mind. Perhaps I missed exam day, you're known for your strictness and you don't assign tests after the date without notice. You know I don't really pay attention in your classes, you know I get bad grades. And when I try to convince you to help me out a little, I offer all I know how to do)
Jermal (male / african-american / 6'1 / hazel eye / bbc / loves slutty girls): (Yeah, I'm digging that scenario! Maybe you come knock on my office for some 'help' after college? Letting me have my way with you however and whenever I want?)
Belle (f, 22, all rp, desc. available, adaptable): (After college? Do you mean after class or after I graduate?)
Jermal (male / african-american / 6'1 / hazel eye / bbc / loves slutty girls): (After class sorry.)
Belle (f, 22, all rp, desc. available, adaptable): (No worries. I can get behind that if you prefer. But I like that frustration, I like there to be a lot of tension, it makes the sex feel a lot rougher, a lot realer. Feel me?)
Jermal (male / african-american / 6'1 / hazel eye / bbc / loves slutty girls): (Oh, so you want to do the graduation part then? I get what you mean, she could see him as a way to temporarily help her post-college. She could even be in a tight spot in her life like financially and the only way to get by is to service herself to him? Either way I like both scenarios.)
Belle (f, 22, all rp, desc. available, adaptable): (Well, I was referring back to what I originally proposed. Me pushing you into upping my grade, administering a test post assign-date. I like a role-play with a slow-burn, a ton of buildup, and really good payoff throughout the play)
Jermal (male / african-american / 6'1 / hazel eye / bbc / loves slutty girls): (Ah I get you, my bad for misreading it. Yeah let's do that instead! I like that also. Who should start this off first, me or you?)
Belle (f, 22, all rp, desc. available, adaptable): (I proposed it, so it's only fair to you that I start us off. But it takes me forever to type something out. Is that alright with you?)
Jermal (male / african-american / 6'1 / hazel eye / bbc / loves slutty girls): (That is absolutely fine with me, shall we do this first person or third person? Also I have a discord if you want to continue this, should we ever disconnect or something like that.)
Belle (f, 22, all rp, desc. available, adaptable): (I don't really do anything off-platform. As informal as it is, I normally do first-person, but it really doesn't make a difference to me)
Jermal (male / african-american / 6'1 / hazel eye / bbc / loves slutty girls): (That's cool with me.)
Belle (f, 22, all rp, desc. available, adaptable): (Okay, anything I should know before I start?)
Jermal (male / african-american / 6'1 / hazel eye / bbc / loves slutty girls): (Nah, you're good to go~)
Belle (f, 22, all rp, desc. available, adaptable): (Okay, give me a moment)
Belle (f, 22, all rp, desc. available, adaptable): You were my psych professor, and though my attendance record was the best, or just relatively the best, in your course, I only came because of you. Oh, I paid attention, just not to the lesson. Like most of my classes, I would skip out on them every once in a while, just like I did earlier that day. You were a 6pm class on a Friday, for god's sake, you really couldn't expect me to come to every lecture. Except, today, we had exams. You were, despite being my hottest professor by far, the strictest professor I'd ever had. You were always quite tense, very uptight, very particular on little things. If you missed exam day without emailing with a valid excuse, or something along those lines, you'd fail. Plain and simple. When my roommate reminded me about the exam, it was nearly midnight, and I was lucky to find you in your office still, punching the clock. I was still in night clothes, a tight, low-cut red minidress, a pair of red bottom heels and a deep red lipstick. I often dressed quite provocatively for class, but never quite like this. "Professor?" I say, opening the door of your office, "You wouldn't mind issuing that exam to me, would you?"
Belle (f, 22, all rp, desc. available, adaptable): (Oh, I'm so sorry for the length)
Jermal (male / african-american / 6'1 / hazel eye / bbc / loves slutty girls): (Nah don't be that's perfect! I love lengthy and descriptive rper's~)
Belle (f, 22, all rp, desc. available, adaptable): (Okay, I'm glad)
Jermal (male / african-american / 6'1 / hazel eye / bbc / loves slutty girls): You entered my office. It was a relatively small enclosure. I liked to be efficient with my space management so everything I needed was in this room. There I was, sat at the back. A large window behind me as the moonlight came through. I was positioned on one of those comfortable chairs every professor had. I was typing away on my laptop before I looked up from the screen to greet you. A small look of disappointment on my face. "Tch, tch, tch Belle... I heard you didn't turn up to the examination today." I joined my hands together, placing my chin on them for support. I wasn't dressed like the other male professors at college. I tended to wear casual smart clothing as I didn't want to look too fancy. I was wearing a light-blue Oxford shirt which was rolled up at the sleeves, exposing my vascular forearms. I wore white trousers and brown shoes to go along with the shirt.
Belle (f, 22, all rp, desc. available, adaptable): I shake my head, "I didn't, but you know what I'd love?" I approached your desk, placing my hands on it's edge and shifting my weight onto it. "If you'd let me take the exam" I say, watching your face for a reaction, "Oh, come on, sir. Don't look at me like that. Why do you have to be so uptight like that? You know your students would like you a hell of a lot more if you were a little more laid back" You could smell vodka soda on my breath. "You don't have to make this any harder than it needs to be. If I pass this class, then it looks good on you, doesn't it?" I say, trying to push you into giving me that test.
Jermal (male / african-american / 6'1 / hazel eye / bbc / loves slutty girls): I sighed, obviously discontent with your attitude this entire semester, hell... year even. I reached out and closed my laptop's lid. Before returning my wolf-like gaze back onto you. I could smell the perfume and alcohol on you. It was what all students that went out on the town would reek of. "Why... should I... give you an extra chance even though you pissed away your first one, huh? Give me a good reason why I should give you another chance?" I asked inquisitively. Even though I was a professor, I couldn't help but leer at some of my students sometimes. It was even harder since I was one of the younger professors within this college.
Belle (f, 22, all rp, desc. available, adaptable): I raised an eyebrow. I knew I technically didn't deserve a second chance. I was at least self-aware enough to know that. I rarely turned in papers, and when I did they were half assed. My grades were mediocre, only because I cut a few corners to keep them that way. I never studied, my exam average was a D-. But, regardless, I had too much pride. I slid a chair out and sat across from you, on the other side of your desk. "If I were to provide you with a reason, I'd probably just SAY that you should because I've asked." I smiled to myself, "But, I'd definitely give you something much more. An exchange. If that's what you need to feel justified" I say, crossing my legs and leaning closer to you in my seat. I knew you weren't gonna like that 'suggestive' behavior, but I was socially adept enough to know how to play my cards.
Jermal (male / african-american / 6'1 / hazel eye / bbc / loves slutty girls): "Oh? And what exchange might that be girl?" I cocked my eyebrow as you closed the distance between us. "I'll have you know, you students aren't rich enough to pay us professors. I know... I was a student before and I was dirt poor to even consider bribing an official." I added. I knew what you were getting at, but to help you save face and potentially mine I brushed off what you had 'originally' meant. There were many times a female student would try use their feminine charms and bodies in order to get what they wanted. Hell, it was something women were always good at. One thing they had over us men. But it was always down to the man after all, whether he found it easy or difficult to turn down an offer was a different question after all as it depended on the individual itself. And oh hell, was your tight body making it hard for me to think. I twiddled my fingers together as I waited for your response, something to keep me distracted.
Belle (f, 22, all rp, desc. available, adaptable): "Don't talk to me like I'm stupid. You know exactly what I'm getting at" I accuse, resting my hands on the knee of my crossed leg. I scanned your face, making you believe that I was reading you like a book. And, well, to some extent, I was. "But if you'd like me to be more specific.." I smiled, biting my lower lip, "I'm referring to the honor it'd be to take your presumably massive cock down my throat. Whether that's an offer you're willing to take is of course up to you. But I promise you'd regret turning me down" I say, letting my eyes touch every edge of your body. I had no shame, above all else. And it was clear.
Jermal (male / african-american / 6'1 / hazel eye / bbc / loves slutty girls): There it was. Those enthralling use of words that would spurn any man on to take action. Truth be told, the stresses of being a professor tended to take their toll. I guess it was appropriate to cut loose every now and then huh? I paused for a few moments, taking in what you just said. Pondering about all the possibilities and scenarios within my head. After school? Check. Barely anyone on the campus? Check. Chances of the janitor coming to clean my office? Low. Chances of having hot steaming bareback sex with a student no strings attached? Very high. "Very well... you've convinced me." I grin, finally giving in. I stand up from my seat, heading over towards you. "I'll have you know it's very expensive and difficult reorganising a test... so you're gonna have to make it very worthwhile my dear." I bring my hand underneath your chin,with my thumb playing around with your bottom lip. "Think you can handle your professor's massive cock?" I teased you, wanting to see how you'd react to my forwardness.
Jermal (male / african-american / 6'1 / hazel eye / bbc / loves slutty girls): *after college
Belle (f, 22, all rp, desc. available, adaptable): I laughed a little to myself, "With all due respect, professor, you're definitely not the first massive cock that I've worked with" I say, glancing up at you. "Though I'd hope I'm your first student. Must be exciting, isn't it?" I say, pushing you a little bit, teasing you. I let your thumb drag my bottom lip, closing my eyes for just a second as you do, letting you get a taste of my submission, "But I think it's important to note that if my throat doesn't feel clinically stretched after you're through with me, then I will be thoroughly disappointed in you"
Jermal (male / african-american / 6'1 / hazel eye / bbc / loves slutty girls): I couldn't help but chuckle at your lewd provocations. Sticking my thumb slightly into your mouth, feeling the wet rims. "Well that's a good thing... didn't want to go easy on you now did I Belle?" I added. It was a good thing you were a right fucking whore. It allowed for a much funner ride as I found out in my college days spending time with sluts and the like. I removed my thumb out of your mouth, getting both my hands placed on my belt buckle as I began to fiddle with it. "Well... I hope I live up to your expectations then." Clink. The belt buckle came off, and with it my trousers which dropped lifelessly onto the floor. I was wearing a pair of white boxers. Which clearly showed the outline of my half-rigid cock. It was snaking down my inner thigh, with the tip almost poking out of the hems of the boxers. "Why don't you have a look for yourself?" I smugly said. It was kinda true about black guys. We did tend to have the biggest, fattest and meanest cocks around the block.
Belle (f, 22, all rp, desc. available, adaptable): I smile, "Maybe I will.." I say playfully, kicking the chair out from under myself and falling down onto my knees, a quiet thud as I hit the floor. I hook my thumbs underneath your boxers. I slowly slide it down, pulling it out from under you along with your white slacks. I wasn't sure if it was the biggest cocks I'd ever seen, but god, it'd have to be up there. I drag my tongue along your shaft, letting my tongue trail along your tip. Just getting a feel for you.
Jermal (male / african-american / 6'1 / hazel eye / bbc / loves slutty girls): My cock had a musky smell and taste to it. The empowering smell of a male that would definitely pound the living fuck out of you. As you trailed your wet tongue alongside the shaft, you could feel my cock getting harder and harder. It was so thick and fat. The length was incredible too. You weren't even sure if you could take this as easily as you thought you would. "Like it baby? Don't know if any of your college fuckboys can compared to this..." I confidently stated.
Belle (f, 22, all rp, desc. available, adaptable): I roll my eyes playfully, "Don't get too cocky with me.." I said, adeptly slipping in a play on words, hoping you'd pick up on it though I had no intention of pointing it out. I ran my nail alongside your shaft, following the saliva my tongue left, before I instantly took about half your cock down my throat. My eyes started to well with tears just a bit as I started, though I held off my gag reflex. One hand reached for the remaining half and began pumping as I sucked, the other hand playing with your balls.
Jermal (male / african-american / 6'1 / hazel eye / bbc / loves slutty girls): I grinned as you made that comment, liking your humour as personality was just as important as a woman's skills in the body. I whistled as you took in half of my stiff member with relative ease. It would've taken some warming up to get used to it, but you had an A+ for enthusiasm. My hand brushed some of the dark strands of your hair that covered the side of your face.
Belle (f, 22, all rp, desc. available, adaptable): I sucked you off for a while just like this, warming you up and getting you to your full length. I fluctuated speed, speeding up, slowing down, and speeding up even faster. I kept an offbeat trend like that as I ensured that everything got proportionately faster. When I started to hear you moan, I moved both hands back to your balls, and, just as fast as I was originally, took the entirety of your huge cock down my throat. I still didn't gag, having learned how to control it, but tears started running down my face. The corners of my lips curled into a smile as I began to bob back and forth, occasionally holding your whole shaft down so you can feel the way it felt to have your head hit the very back of my throat.
Jermal (male / african-american / 6'1 / hazel eye / bbc / loves slutty girls): The very lewd and wet suckling sounds filled my office room. A mixture of your drool and my pre-cum begin to trickle down onto the floor and some of it even ended up on your red dress. "Oh my fucking God... you're a dirty little cocksucker aren't you?" I groaned loudly, biting my lip. The pleasure also sent me back a little bit, with my behind hitting the desk. I couldn't help but place both of my hands on the sides of the desk in order to keep me afloat from your fellatio assault. I looked down at you throating my cock with tears streaming down your face. God did that look fuckin' hot... a student using her body in order to get another shot at an exam. Admirable to say the least. "Jesus Christ... you're one of the few girls that could fully take me down their t-throat..." I groaned as you held me in your throat. The lovely tightness of it all was so thrilling.
Belle (f, 22, all rp, desc. available, adaptable): My hands palmed your balls, my thumbs rubbing the base of your cock as I went back and forth, having you feel your head hit it's maximum point over and over again. I let my tongue run up and down your shaft, playing with the tip of your cock, tonguing you out just a little bit to make you squirm. I could feel you on the brink of cumming. In order to help you, I pulled out all the stops. As your balls began to pulse in my hand, I quickly and briefly let your cock fall out of my mouth, trading position with my hands. I pumped your cock expertly as I sucked and licked at your balls before switching back. Except, as I retook your cock in my mouth, I relaxed my throat, pushing your cock down my throat as I gagged, letting you feel my throat squeeze you hard as you went all the way back in. My eyes were red.
Jermal (male / african-american / 6'1 / hazel eye / bbc / loves slutty girls): The constant barrage of your throat on my cock felt exhilarating. Never had I ever experienced such technique on a scale like this. If only you had spent this much effort in studying, you would be a top grade student in no time. My balls became more swollen as time went on, full of pent up cum as you sought to illicit a loaded shot from me. " F-Fuck!!" I exclaimed. I was about to blow. "Here it comes! You dirty cocksleeve!" I warned, before I grabbed your head and held my cock deep inside your throat, my big heavy balls squeezed up against your chin. Spurt, spurt, spurt... rope after rope of thick, creamy cum sprayed down your throat and into your stomach. "Ohhh my God!" I groaned loudly, my mouth held agape as I climaxed in your mouth. My viscous seed making its way down your passage. Was this blowjob worth almost jeopardising my teaching career? Yes. Would I do it again and again? Fuck yes.
Belle (f, 22, all rp, desc. available, adaptable): I gladly swallowed the solid fourth cup of cup that you shot down my throat, accepting it like a sick reward, sucking you off until you had ridden out your orgasm. I let your cock slide out of my throat, breathing heavily as I wipe the cum and saliva from my chin. "Oh god, that was a fucking challenge.." I murmur, rubbing my eye with the back of my hand, wiping the tears. I smile as I look up at you, your expression completely unreadable to me. "Did you not like it?" I teased, wiping various substances off the front of my dress.
Jermal (male / african-american / 6'1 / hazel eye / bbc / loves slutty girls): I slumped back onto the desk, my hands barely supporting me. My chest heaved back and forth as I tried to catch my breath. Managing to take a couple of deep breaths which put me back into action. "Damn... that was good." I managed to say. The expression on my face was a mixture of surprise and satisfaction. I can't believe I just deposited a fuck ton of semen down my student's throat right now. I looked down at you, a hot slutty mess. "You were amazing... if I were to grade you right now on your blowjob, you would pass with flying colours..." I stated. Panting still after almost having my soul sucked outta my balls. My cock was at half mast right now, with some strands of saliva on the shaft and tip still. "...I can only imagine what your pussy game would be like." I added. The sucking of my cock only left me with a lingering desire to find out more.
Belle (f, 22, all rp, desc. available, adaptable): I smiled, "I was thinking of dropping out of college and becoming a hooker. Thoughts?" I joked, running a hand through my messing hair, my lipstick smeared over my skin. I liked watching my partners stare at me in disbelief afterwards. It was oddly satisfying to be praised for something so taboo. "Only imagine?" I laugh a little bit, "Sir, I'm what you'd call a 'skank'. When it comes to us, we leave nothing to the imagination" I smile, "But if you're just wondering.. i'm surprisingly tight for my kind.."
Jermal (male / african-american / 6'1 / hazel eye / bbc / loves slutty girls): My face left a shocked expression after you considered going into the nightly business of prostitution. I wasn't too taken aback as you would've made a fine whore, but being professor first and a stud second, it was disheartening to see one of my students go down that path. When their minds could be put to much better use. Nonetheless I figured you were joking so I cracked a small smile alongside a chuckle. My hand went towards my shaft. Caressing it as I began to slowly jerk the skin back and forth. "Skanks? Yeah I know... believe it or not I used to hang out with your kind back in my college days..." I looked into the distance, reminiscing of the good old days. Before I snapped my eyes back to you. "Tight... I fuckin' love tight..." I stated.
Belle (f, 22, all rp, desc. available, adaptable): I smiled, letting my eyes follow your hands as you keep yourself busy. I sit back on the chair that I was seated at originally. "Oh, you know my kind do you? No one quite like me, I hope.." I say. I raise an eyebrow at your last remark, "You know, if you want me stripped and open, then just say the word, professor" I say, my voice emphasizing your title. "Besides, it'd be my pleasure.." I lick my bottom lip.
Jermal (male / african-american / 6'1 / hazel eye / bbc / loves slutty girls): I looked at you with half-lidded eyes. God... I fucking love skanks. My eyes darted down to the bottom of your body as they slowly trailed their way up your body. "Well? Take that red dress off and show your professor your... thesis..." I cracked out an academic joke. Still having the air of a professor but with the mixture of a man who desired something.
Belle (f, 22, all rp, desc. available, adaptable): I pressed my tongue against the roof of my mouth, laughing a little to myself as I slid down the zipper on the back of my dress. I let the dress drop, not even wearing a thong to cover my lower half. My only garment on, a strapless black bra, was unclasped and thrown down with the dress. "How to you want me?"
Jermal (male / african-american / 6'1 / hazel eye / bbc / loves slutty girls): "Commando huh? I like it..." My perverted gaze studied your lewd body, liking the look of your pretty pink cunt and the womanly curves that you had. Not to mention those ample tits of yours. I whistled as I did my assessment, obviously pleased with your body. I sat up from the desk, making brief steps towards you. My tall frame overlooking you, as I wrapped my arms around your waist. Getting a feel of your slutty behind. I kneaded and spanked your ass. Getting my head down to your ear. "I want you bent over that desk now... spread those cheeks like a good little fucking whore..." I whispered commandingly into your ear, giving your ass another spank, this time a lot harder.
Belle (f, 22, all rp, desc. available, adaptable): I followed your gaze, standing there as you calculated your very own judgement. I giggled as you towered over me, ten inches taller than me, it definitely made our differences apparent. I let my hands rest on your strong arms as they wrapped around me, moaning softly into your ear as you played with my ass. I bit my tongue as I listened to your order, narrowly flinching as you struck my ass the second time. I wasn't prepared for that. I followed your instructions, approaching the desk, leaning over it and pressing my tits against its surface. I moved my legs wide apart, planting my feet about five inches away from being shoulder-length apart. I knew you could see everything, but I couldn't see your face.
Jermal (male / african-american / 6'1 / hazel eye / bbc / loves slutty girls): I couldn't help but stand there for a few seconds to admire and take in the wonderful snack presented right before me. I licked my lips, my hand stroking my already stiff as fuck cock. I slowly made my way towards you, ending just a few centimetres away from your holes. I surprised you by giving you another smack on the ass, watching your juicy skin ripple from the impact. Oh boy was I gonna have fun tonight... I brought my hand up to my mouth, spitting on them as I brought them back down to your glistening cunt. Rubbing my fingers across your folds, prying them open before I slipped my fingers in. Fuck... you were unbelievably tight for someone of your calibre. I bit my lips at your vice like grip. If your pussy was this tight on my fingers, how tight would it suffocate my cock? The lewd thought made my member twitch in anticipation. I pumped in and out of your sheath for a moment or two to get you primed and ready. Slipping my fingers out as I took a lick off of them. Loving the juicy taste. "Mhmmm... tastes like honey." I commented. Grabbing my shaft and positioning the tip over your folds. Rubbing the wet flesh back and forth, teasing you. "Beg for it... you slut."
Belle (f, 22, all rp, desc. available, adaptable): I let out a few lustful moans as you played with my pussy for a few brief moments, holding them back in your favor. I smiled when I heard your comment, squirming a little as you pulled your fingers out of me. "Sir.. if you don't ram your massive, fat cock inside me.. I'm gonna lose my fucking shit.." I said, so eager to feel your long, thick cock tease my cervix. The more I thought about it the more I craved it, "Oh god, please.." I whispered.
Jermal (male / african-american / 6'1 / hazel eye / bbc / loves slutty girls): "Now that's a good student..." Grinning at your lewd provocation. I found the entrance easily, slipping my already lubricated cock right inside of you. Finding some resistance at first, only managing to stuff half of my big black cock inside of you before I managed to find leeway. "Ohhhh fuck..." I groaned as I slipped further inside of your tightly packed crevice. My hands gripped each of your cheeks to support me as I slipped further and further inside. Stretching you out like a puppet. I managed to bottom out inside of you, my bulbous head scrapping against your cervix, just as you wanted. "Jesus..." I groaned, laying still inside of you. "...you're so fuckin' tight Belle!"
Belle (f, 22, all rp, desc. available, adaptable): I let out a few loud moans that I just couldn't manage to hold back. I loved every moment of your struggle, and just when I thought there was no way in hell, you kept going. My g-spot was stretched against your fat cock, there was really nothing I could've done to have kept quiet. I grip the desk as you proved to be the longest cock I'd ever had. Well, at least the longest cock I'd ever had in my pussy. My throat was debatable.
Jermal (male / african-american / 6'1 / hazel eye / bbc / loves slutty girls): Wanting to hear your sweet moaning a bit more, I slid my cock slowly out of your sheath. To the point in which my bulky tip was the only thing gripped by your folds, before I roughly rammed my cock back again. This time, my tip thumped against your cervix. Making you scream in pleasure. My pelvis began to set a rhythm, the sound of skin on skin filled the room. As my throbbing black breeding stick hollowed out your insides bit by bit. "Yeah? You like that you slut?" I asked, grabbing a hold of your hair and pulling it back towards me.
Belle (f, 22, all rp, desc. available, adaptable): I feel my neck snap as you grip my hair and pull it towards you. I let out some louder moans. I nodded as you pumped into me, dragging my tongue back and forth inside my mouth. I'd normally always fake an orgasm to get out of bad sex, and it had been a while since I'd had one of my own. Even though we had just started, I felt myself teetering on my edge. I began to drip onto your thick cock. "Please... cum inside me..." I mumbled, my body aching for that feeling.
Jermal (male / african-american / 6'1 / hazel eye / bbc / loves slutty girls): As I beat your cheeks, I could feel your pussy lightly loosen up. Courtesy of my big fat cock stretching out your insides to conform to my shape and length. It had also been awhile since I slayed some pussy, my wife back at home would always be too conservative so she didn't really put out as much. The feeling of rawdogging one of my own students was such a turn-on. The act of risky sex was so invigorating. Condoms sucked dicked and everyone knew that. "Yeah... I'm gonna cum so deep inside you baby... oh yeah stroke that dick..." I said in-between thrusts. My balls began to well up again. I was close the brink of no return.
Belle (f, 22, all rp, desc. available, adaptable): I feel my whole body tense up, spreading my legs a little bit more to accommodate your impressive length over and over again. I had forgotten what good dick felt like. Oh my god. I spent most of my time toying with boys heads, sucking them off and putting out so they could have their fun with no concern for me. This was different. It was so taboo and such good sex that I might just cum within the first two minutes, which is definitely a first for me. I suck on my fingers to keep quiet, a little nervous that someone would barge in if I was too loud.
Jermal (male / african-american / 6'1 / hazel eye / bbc / loves slutty girls): The constant colliding of my pelvis against your butt was making such a loud noise, that if any of the cleaners were to come within a few feet of my office door, they would definitely know what was up. But in the heat of the moment, I didn't give a fuck. Your pussy was too good to pass up on the beatdown. I had crossed the line, by fornicating with a student. Now I couldn't go back... the pleasure was too much. Besides, it might be fun having a fuckbuddy again. "Fuck..." I muttered under my breath. I could feel the orgasm coming. Seeing that beforehand, I let go of your hair, placing my hands upon your hips. Gripping you tight as I thrust. "H-Here it comes!" I groaned, going balls deep within your fuckhole. With my tip positioned at the entrance to your womb. Boom. What felt like a shotgun blast, my seed violently spurted out of my tip. Flooding your womb and your entire ovaries in my potent and thick cream. "Fuck!!" I groaned loudly, weighing my torso over your frame as I held you tight. Depositing my fluids into you like a cumrag. Spurt after spurt of raw cum filled your wanting pussy.