Hot Blog: HONEY SCHOOL held her arms and rode her hard for a couple of moments longer, but Mrs. Tyler was thrashing about and screaming as her orgasm hit. I didn't want to dislocate one of her shoulders, so I let go. She flopped to the bed and continued to quake in orgasm. The bed once again muffled her screams, but I didn't care this time.
I grabbed her surprisingly narrow hips and started fucking her pussy so fast that my hips blurred. My balls were hitting her clit so hard that they actually hurt!
"Oh no!" Marisa cried. "I'm cumming again!"
She rolled into another orgasm and this time I slammed deep and joined her. My cum spewed as deep as possible into her pussy.
"Oh fuck! Yes!" Marisa cried out. "Fill me!"
I continued to pump in and out of her until both our orgasm subsided. It was a surprisingly long time.
"You've ruined me for other men," Mrs. Tyler groaned as I flopped down on the bed beside her.
"You?" I asked in amazement. "How do you think a typical eighteen year old is going to deal with what you taught me?"
"She be the luckiest eighteen year old in the world!" Marisa laughed. "Betsy Warren doesn't know what she's in for!"
"No, she doesn't," I laughed.
