Miss Nelson
From Torg Adventure
You slip her bra off her scrumptious tits and grab them firmly. You are slamming your cock pretty hard into Miss Nelson's molten cunt. Your thighs slap against her ass, and her moans and the squishing sound of you pounding her sex fills your ears.
"Jesus, you feel so good in there. Ooooh ... yeah ... unh! Nice ... and ... hard! Fuck me!" she cries as you fuck her.
Watching your stiff organ sliding into your teacher's pussy past her firm ass cheeks is amazing. You grab her by the shoulders and start pulling her hard back into you as you thrust forward. A series of grunts escape your throat. Her moans turn to shrieks, and she wriths beneath you.
"Oh, I'm so ... aaaah ... close. Don't ... stop! Fuck! ... Me! ... Don't stop! ... Harder!" she yells at you.
You try to slam harder into her. Her dirty talk has you very close to blowing. You grab her hips with one hand and slap her ass hard with the other. She shrieks suddenly. You slap her again, and she cries out again. A red hand print appears where you slapped her. You slap her once more very hard, and all hell breaks loose. Miss Nelson screams and doesn't stop. Her body convulses into a huge orgasm, her pussy rhythmically clamping down on your member like a vise. Her juices pour out of her twat like water, forming a small puddle on the desk.
You can't control yourself any longer, and you pound so hard and so fast into her cunt that the desk starts inching across the floor. You growl like a wild animal, your teeth bared. All conscious thought is vanquished by pure animal lust and triumph. Your balls let loose a veritable geyser of boiling spunk into your teacher's hungry vagina. You keep thrusting as you both climax together.
"Oh, yes! Fill me with your cum! Get me pregnant! Aaaaaaaaaaah!" she wails as another wave of pleasure overtakes her.
Your cock keeps spurting semen deep within Miss Nelson's spasming pussy. Her muscle contractions pull your seed even deeper into her womb, and your little swimmers start their odyssey to find a fertile egg. After her third wave of orgasms dies away, your teacher lets out a huge sigh as her body relaxes. Sweat pours from both of your bodies from your sexual exertions. The room is redolant with the musky aroma of sex. You finally pull your softening, yet still dribbling, cock from Miss Nelson's quivering snatch. You slump over over her back, exhausted.
"Omigod, I didn't know if I was ever going to stop coming," she says, rolling you off of her onto the desk. She curls up around you, her head on your shoulder and her leg draped over your groin. "That was some of the best sex I've ever had. I think I could get mighty used to that."
You are breathing very heavy as you reply, "You are so hot, ... I couldn't help myself. ... Damn ... you're good."
Miss Nelson smiles up at you. "I would like to do this some more. Would you like to come over to my apartment later? I could make you some dinner." she asks.
Do you take her up on her offer?
