traces of ambition.

- Finish, please! You are welcome! - Christie groans, lifting up her legs, clutching at the table cover with arms outstretched forward.

He holds her ass like a fat chicken, drives a numbed bolt into the walking membrane of the vagina. Christie is clean-shaven, washed out, only curly black hops spread out the ovary on the sticky pubis. She sticks to the table like a fly. Mukhina licks the jam off his finger, the professor started playing sweet finger. He pulls her to the floor, puts his bare ass on the linoleum. Before him is a long dick, filled with vaginal mucus, a prick that has lost contact with reality, bright blue, like the midday heat of Gogol. He smears the end of raspberries, pokes in his mouth:

“A little bit left,” Dmitry Vladimirovich closes his eyes, bites his lips, looking down.

Fairy mouth gets to work. Mukhina, with his right hand, ejects the remnants of patience, stares up at the professor, smiles, curvy. Heavy eggs in a stretched scrotum, one above the other, shake cheerfully, flying up over the skin that slides along the trunk. The dome of the abdomen is breathing heavily, Dmitry Vladimirovich throws his head back, puts his palms on his buttocks, bends with his saber, wheezes:

- Here she is!

Christie herself feels that nectar is breaking out. The barrel in her hand trembles, takes off and freezes, she keeps the dick in her mouth, pressing her teeth down from above. Thick ring rests on the jaws, like a gag-ring, in the center of which a hot rubber plum sprinkles with brackish cream mixed with raspberry jam.

“Delicious,” Christie moos, captured by the bliss on the professor's face. He first looks at her with a downcast glass look, an obedient calf, dug out without a trace.

“Thank you, my girl,” Dmitry Vladimirovich strokes Christina with her fingertips, leads her cheek, rises to her temple, sinks to her neck. Thick ring bites into the flesh, reminiscent of slavery. Christie's tongue plays with sperm, examines, explores the sweet slave shackles. Christy's affectionate gaze is fixed on the professor, she is at the bottom, but she is at the top.

Christie stirs the skin along the trunk, the ring is exposed to the upper side, it glitters with black hair engraved:

I ♥ christie

“I love you,” the professor exhales, smiling at a young first-year student, pinching her by the cheek.

It is true, she loves him too, fell in love for a short moment of happiness. Trust infatuated passionate lovers, made them open up. The fear of betrayal is gone, Christie with soft lips pulls in the edges of the scrotum, licks salty sticky eggs, plays with the fallen trunk.

“I love you too,” her eyes shine with shy gloss. She would like to say “you” to him, but for now she’s shy.

Dmitry Vladimirovich drops to the goddess on her knees, kisses her gently, tilting her head, holding her head with her hand, his heavy penis splashes onto the linoleum, and slips with a slob of silver-rimmed saliva.

Christie again takes a hand to pace the paternal dick. Fingers play with balls.

“Now you are my forever,” her eyebrows soar, an enthusiastic look triumphant.

Dmitry Vladimirovich nods, licking his lips. Rises. How long has he not played with Christie. She greedily pawns on a soft sausage. He drives his hips, blissfully closing his eyes.

The wedding ring is in the wallet, twenty years of marriage wasted. He remembers nothing, nothing. Only now he feels a connection with a woman who has enslaved his sweet draw of love.

“I love you, Christie,” he repeats the words engraved on the ring. His flaccid member is again filled with languor.

This time she will not get off as a professorial five-minute!

- Student Mukhina, are you ready to ride with the wind? - he meets her with a playful look.

- And you, Dmitry Vladimirovich? - Christie takes a joke, rises, wiping her lips.

Her sweet melon is already filled with hot juice, her eyes shine with no less desire. Christie inserts an elastic ass, taking a rack at the kitchen table.

The ringed member takes Mukhin in one fell swoop, forcing her to shudder, take a deep breath and relax under the rhythmic beats that are gaining strength and speed.

- Fuck me, Dmitry Vladimirovich. Please do not stop. What a good you are there, - she twists her neck, grabs the professor by the hair, with an excited, enthusiastic eye pulls him off balance. He breaks off at a gallop, knocking the spirit out of the girl. It spreads with gentle milk in front of him, dissolves in an insane rhythm. Without looking away from the professor, Mukhina whispers words of love, urges him not to stop, to eclipse her mind with a new deafening orgasm.