Madison & Mya CompeTITion for Position

A cute thing like you could make me a nice profit.” “No,” I said through heavy breaths as my chest squished against her breasts, feeling them flatten and deform, their nipples poking into my pecs, “I give it away for free.” “Then give it to me!” she gasped, and I did. I tangled a hand into her white hair and pulled her into a kiss, pushing my tongue between her open lips as I pushed my cock between her open legs. Her ankles locked together behind me and pressed into my ass, her legs clenching around my waist and pulling me deeper inside. Her tongue wrestled with mine, entangling in lustful combat as her body shifted up and down against the wall. My cock traveled through her slick insides with increasing force, and she coiled her lewdness around me welcomingly. We broke from the kiss in a chorus of panting breaths, staring into each other’s eyes, smiling in shared lust. “You know,” Willowbud moaned, pressing her hands to the wall behind her for leverage, “you remind me of someone.” “Guess I’m not the only one who gets around.” I smirked, driving hard between her legs, feeling her thighs jiggling against mine with the force of my thrusts. “Are you calling me a slut?” Willowbud grinned, her neck striating with tension as a contraction of pleasure tore up her abdomen. “You’re the easiest fuck I’ve ever had.” I groaned through smiling lips, driving so hard Willowbud was bouncing off the wall. “I’ve killed people for less, blondie.” Willowbud laughed, breathy moans punctuating her mirth. “I’m sure you have,” I grinned, watching her face slackening in pleasure, watching her sharp Big Tits eyes softening in the heat of my passion, “but you’re not going to kill me.” “And why’s that?” Willowbud moaned, her smile gone, her eyebrows furrowing in concentrative ecstasy, her lips parting to a gaping circle. “Because I’m too good for you to kill,” I growled, planting both hands onto Willowbud’s caramel-colored ass, and squeezing until my fingers were lost in her succulent meat, “and even though you like pussy, Night Eyes, you’re still a woman, and nothing beats great dick, does it?” “Don’t push me, asshole,” Willowbud panted, her tones exerted and rough, her body slickening with sweat, “I can get better than you in a minute.” “Are you sure?” I breathed into her ear, driving her against the wall, feeling her pussy leaking between her thighs with approval, feeling her insides clench gratefully, feeling her lewd lips grip their fleshy hold around my stretching girth and suck me in with lecherous avarice. “No,” Willowbud moaned softly, her tone bordering on astonishment, “you’re different.” I spun us from the wall and laid Willowbud on the table, grabbing her thighs and spreading them wide, letting her rest her heels on my shoulders. She wasn’t just moaning and panting, but crying out now, trying to contain it, but unable to. Sweet tones of feminine vulnerability sung from her lush lips, and her black eyes widened and lolled in their sockets. Her caramel complexion was slick with her sweat and reddened at the cheeks, stomach and neck, straining with the exertion of the pleasure that was taking her. She planted her palms on the table and brought her body upward, lifting her entire back from its surface so that her torso was level with her penetration. She slid her legs under my arms, bent them at gym the knee, and anchored her heels onto the table’s edge, giving her leverage to thrust back against me. She slammed her pelvis into mine, cries of abject pleasure flowing from her lips with each collision, her hips holding us connected for an indulgent moment; rotating and grinding, wrapping her ffm tight channel around my ruinous girth, savoring the way I stretched her open. I laid my body atop hers and took a nipple into my mouth, drawing her delectable flesh between my lips, feeling her soft breast stretch and deform from the suction. She dropped her head behind her shoulders and moaned a drawn-out, wining tenor that escalated with each thrust of my hips, her body lurching beneath me, shifting back and forth about the axis of her straightened arms. I planted a palm onto the table and wrapped a forearm around the small of her back, letting her arms have a reprieve, and trapping her body against mine, feeling glistening, soft warmth melding into my clenching abdomen. I tenderly sucked the sweet node of her breast as I violently hammered into her, her insides churning with the precursors of her climax. “Oh fuck, blondie!” Willowbud screamed, “Don’t fucking stop!” I didn’t. Willowbud’s arms gave out, and we fell onto the table, her threesome knees bending sharply, her calves connecting with her hamstrings. I don’t expect you to bone me, but you’ve gotta admit, doing something in the council room would be hot, doncha think?” “Dandi!” I gasped, my entire body shaking as she gulped down my piss. The elder teacher chuckled and said, “Well, yes, they sometimes do work with troubled children. The tape measure was again produced, this time to record the length of his ffm penis. I’m pushing as deep into her as I possible can get. She regained herself, and wrapped those lips around my digit. They got on both sides of me and Big Tits put their dicks in my face. I bobbed up and down. He started to grope her breasts and she looked away in shame. I doubt that we have much control when gym it comes to selecting our threesome sexual identity.