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  • Accepting her words, I dove in to start kissing her neck, rewarding me with a surprised, ‘Ooh’ from Molly. I usually went for the neck first, and liked to surprise girls with my boldness. If this was really going to happen ,there was no way I was going to underdeliver for Molly. Even though I was a tad rusty, I tried to remember every trick in the book as I caressed Molly’s beautiful body. At first I was content to go over the shirt but over time, Molly made it clear that she was enjoying this, that I was doing something good for her. I couldn’t resist being bold and going under the shirt as I continued my attack on her neck. Molly latina seemingly didn’t mind, nor did she mind the fact that I was most definitely leaving hickeys on her neck. Eventually she tore me away from her neck, giving me no words as she smiled and lifted her shirt over her head. Molly had such an amazing body – sure, not a stereotypically ‘impressive’ one, but I found that any imperfections she had just made her more beautiful. She was Molly. Who could be more beautiful than that? Smiling teasingly at me, Molly reached behind her and undid her bra. She let the bra slide down a bit in a kind of teasing way – it was clear she didn’t really know what she was doing, but the fact she was doing it definitely made the scene sexier. Eventually the bra slid all the way off. “Do you like them?” she asked, almost timidly. “I know you’ve seen them before but you never told me.” I didn’t know whether to be stung by that reminder of the past or not. I decided to ignore it for now. “They’re beautiful, Molly. You’re beautiful.” I told her earnestly, before she grinned and gestured towards her breasts. Her nipples stood hard and at attention, puffy and beautiful, even at their modest size. I dove right back in to her body, giving my attention to her chest this time – flicking her beautiful nipples and working my way around them with my tongue, giving a test suck and listening for her sighs, before going fully in and using my mouth for everything it was worth. Molly responded by sharply inhaling and giving a faint, “Haaa” while supporting the back of my head. As I kept going, the ‘haa’s increased, both in quantity and intensity. The more I got Molly going, the more erratic they’d become – it was like of a hesitant laughter and erratic breathing. It was really clear Molly was very pent up and very horny, and I found myself enjoying what I was now going to coin as her sex-laugh. After a few minutes of giving her nipples my attention, Molly pushed me off of her again and looked at me for a couple seconds. “Fuck it.” she announced, almost to herself, as she stood up. “I need this, I need you. Get your pants off.” Even in my dreamland-like state, I knew this was moving a bit fast. “Don’t you thi-” I laid the pizza down on the counter I usually don’t go in peoples houses when I deliver pizzas, but this thing was damn hot, and my hands were on fire. "M..Mrs Jones?" She flowed into the room on red high heels. But I would not demand to be filled, for latina my pleasure was begot only from the debasement of my daughter. He started to go wild with his cock in my ass, he was thrusting inside me at a very fast pace. ​​ “Well this might not be too bad.” He muttered. His grunts as he loomed over me heightened my joy. Then turned back to Amy and asked, “Are you going to be okay? "Hey, what are you doing here? 'This one was worth investing some time in,' Mary thought to herself wondering how she would respond to her advances. She had her long, straight dark-brown hair parted right down the middle, and done up in braided pigtails that hung down on either side of her head. She gives my ass one more spank before getting back on her feet.
  • I cut myself off. I couldn’t mention her suicidal tendencies, not to Phil. He’d do something. Something. Anything. Anything that Phil would do, armed with that information, was something I didn’t want to see if I was alive. I looked up at Phil to see that he was intently listening, arms crossed while sitting on the desk. “Imagine if she did this to you. You hate her, but you obey her every word. You feel trapped by her. You feel bound to her, but every second you want to escape. You’ve made her life empty to make yours just a little bit more overflowing with fucking nice things and privilege and shit.” “You had me until ‘nice things.’” Phil mumbled to himself. “Great. I’m glad you got that off your chest.” “Did you even listen to me?!” “I listened to you, man.” Phil replied, surprisingly coolly. “It’s nice to know that’s what you think, since after all, I mean, you’re on the outside. Do you think I’m bad? Did you ever hear about last year’s President?” “I don’t care about last year’s president. You’re the one preaching about representing the school well. You shouldn’t be justifying your own terrible behavior because some dude may have been worse.” Phil chuckled. “Fair point.” He sighed, and uncrossed his arms. “Hey, listen. It gets worse. I didn’t just drive Nicole to try to get you to resign, I ordered it. I got her to start that fight with you.” He stood up. “Yeah, I know about the fight. I know how she asked you to resign as VP. The initial plan was to get you to quit on your own, but, you being you, you just wouldn’t. Kudos, by the way.” At this point he was pacing latina in front of me. I said nothing, just stared him down. I guess he took this as some kind of surprise. “Look, I know. I just wanted to get back at those punk bitches who voted me out. All I wanted was to be the President, bring integrity back to the student council office.” “You fucking think ‘bringing integrity back’ means stabbing fellow council members in the back when things don’t go your way?! That’s the opposite of integrity!” I shouted. “Do you think making decisions like that is easy?” he yelled back in my face. “Welcome to the game, move your pieces across the board and obey the rules or you’re out of the game. You can’t avoid shit like that. I nod, and follow Mr. Miller to his garage. “One more,” Miss Jones laughed. Tabitha said she is yours Daddy she knows it to, but you put some doubt in her mind, but I know she wants you to make her be a good girl. Offer a latina virgin teenaged boy the faintest possibility of sex, and he's bound to grab that chance with both hands. Of course, they had all known about that from the very beginning. After showering in silence. She didn’t know his parents much and had only really talked to pass the time of day or make arrangements for the lads as they grew up. I know you’re all dying to see the results of this hotly contested vote! They both had hit a wall though they were both still at it. “God, I still can’t believe coach let us have a room all to ourselves!