I walked over to him and kissed him deeply. Black porn I fucked him hard, really hard. I felt I could do this for hours. The sight of my own reflection sent another chill down my spine, but it wasn’t one of anxiety or nerves, thankfully. The sight of my own reflection sent another chill down my spine, but it wasn’t one of anxiety or nerves, thankfully. Panting and pushing our bodies into one another, we stumbled into my bedroom and slammed the door shut. It’s mine, isn’t it?”
“Yes… yes ma’am, it is,” he replied. I grabbed the strap on and, fumbling all the while, I slipped it around my hips, adjusting it just so. I was a linguistics major, and I wanted to take as many courses related to words and language as I could, even if it meant choosing them as electives. His ass wasn’t hairy, and neither was his hole. Honestly, he could’ve been a GQ model if he was 20 years younger. He had been my professor in my junior year British Literature course.
