Chapter 36 Taught By My Tutor Ill

• It had slipped it in . . . without any effort. He suddenly twisted his finger, and dug knuckle deep. I moaned as my wanton hole clenched around his digit. He quickly pushed in two more of his fat fingers . . . inside. I screamed at his roughness, his fingers filling and stretching me like nothing ever had done before. The burn made me rock against his intruding digits, as he pumped them in and out lewdly. I was being fingered by a man my dad's age. The fleeting thought made my blood boil as I sobbed for more.
• "Look at yourself . . . watch as your little love hole . . . swallows up my fingers. Been so long since I've fucked such a tight little young pussy." Not caring what he was saying . . . I gasped with my head thrown back. I rocked to the rhythm of his probing digits harder. His hand was now dripping with my juices.
• "Aaaaah . . . so deeeeep!" I moaned. My eyes flew open as I felt Michael’s tongue push apart the hood of my pussy. Lips surrounded . . . by his prickly moustache . . . dove in and sucked on my little clit. The sensation sent my body into overdrive . . . as I rode his fingers screaming with pleasure. Slurping sounds filled my ears. Raw pleasure sent me into a frenzy of hot lust. I raised my head moaning and crying, and suddenly looking towards the window . . . a figure right in front of me.