Jennifer and Rick's debauchery continued as a reverse cowgirl position commenced in his bedroom. “I want you to ride me right now,” Mr. Rakehell said, holding his stiff p*nis like a sw*rd below Jennifer.

“Yes, sir,” she said, squatting above his waist. Facing away from him and lowering herself, his veiny shaft squeezed into her. Looking upward with her eyes closed, she felt his pressure pushing upward. Still having a sensational sensitivity to his entrance, she accepted his impalement with pleasure.

“Oh G*d,” she whimpered as his d*ck split her open again, and he began to pump.The sound of their skin slapping against each other filled the room. “Ohhh...” Jennifer moaned, bouncing up and down.

Mr. Rakehell was silent, focusing on perforating her narrow, smooth space. He had never made a girl c*m four times at once and wondered if this encounter with his student may be a first.

She slowly gaped her mouth open as she groaned. It was apparent the s*x still gave her a sense of euphoria, regardless of how beat up she was. A thought arose in her mind. This intimate liaison with Mr. Rakehell will be a game-changer for approaching relationships with other boys .

She had had s*x in the past, but Mr. Rakehell had “broken her in” and introduced her to a more animalistic style of carnality. They continued to tap against each other and exchange bodily fluids as her v*gina lubricated his d*ck.

Watching Rick go in and out was turning Jennifer on. With her right hand, she grabbed underneath the middle of her sports bra, pulling upward on it, exposing one and then her other breast. With it pulled up high, it stayed tightly in place, enabling her to rub her round boobs as her trainer hammered into her from below.

Mr. Rakehell knew his goal of making Jennifer c*m again within such a short period would be difficult. Entering her repeatedly in a powerful, steady rhythm, he remained quiet, keeping his joy in corrupting her to himself.

On the other hand, she was excited to communicate how much she relished his most enormous organ.

“Yes. Oh my G*d, it’s so big inside me!” Jennifer wept.

She alternated between holding her head in the air with her eyes closed and mouth wide open to looking down at his d*ck and biting her lip as he thrust into her.

“Oh my G*d, f*ck my l*ttle p*ssy!” she said, watching him appear and disappear between her tucks and folds.

Mr. Rakehell broke his silence after hearing her comments.

“Ohhhhhh,” slipped from his lips as she moved up and down on his c*ck.

Jennifer’s hands were behind her, lying on his chest. She could push herself down onto him deeply in this position.

The only things covering her athletic body were a hairband, wristbands, soccer socks with shin guards, and her yanked-up bra.

Mr. Rakehell shut his eyes, concentrating on creating his target’s fourth release. And then he heard the magic words.

“Oh f*ck! Oh, f*ck! Oh, f*ck! I’m going to come again!” Jennifer yelled above him, with her head tilted up in the air as she lifted up and down on his erection.

Mr. Rakehell happened to slip out of her when she rose too high from his waist, in a frenzy, wanting to be f*cked harder than she was.

Noticing this, she immediately looked down and saw him reinserting himself as fast as he could. “Oh f*ck me!” she shouted, and he resumed jabbing into her genitalia with a more intense delivery.

“Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!” Jennifer howled, lifting up and down as if galloping on a stallion.

“Ahhhh! Ohhhhh, yes!” Mr. Rakehell roared.

Their bodies clapped against one another, and her trainer’s swinging b*lls occasionally knocked against her clit, exciting her further.

“Ohhhh, oh f*ck!” She screamed.

Feeling that he may achieve his goal based on Jennifer’s audible display of exhilaration, his barrage of d*ck-pounding did not cease, and he took extra precautions to ensure he did not explode. It was imperative to him that his load be reserved for her mouth, not her p*ssy.

Mr. Rakehell noted that Jennifer had released her breasts from her bra, so he reached with both hands to feel them for the first time. She felt his fingers move up her waist to her round, perky tits.

In conjunction with her sports bra, her soccer jersey did an excellent job concealing their size. They were rounder than he had assumed they were.

“Oh yes! Just like that!” Jennifer shrieked, bouncing up and down on him. Waves of energy were beginning to build once again between her legs.

“Yes, Jenny!” Mr. Rakehell called out, leaning back briefly to catch his breath before returning to groping her bosom.

“Ahhh! F*ck! “Yes, yes!” she screamed in a primal sense of stimulation. He pinched her nipples, panting and pumping, as the noise of his b*lls swinging and slapping against her p*ssy, reverberated off the bed.

“Just like that, Jenny!” he screeched, knowing it wouldn’t take much longer to make her c*m again.

Readjusting her hands planted over his chest helped sustain the bl*ws from his bucking.

“Oh, yes. Uh, uhhh, uhhhhh, uhh!” Rick’s student whimpered.

Getting off from feeling him fondle her breast and glancing below again at his c*ck slamming into her tight warm h*le, she released an electric charge that vibrated from her pelvic girdle towards her brain. Large quantities of dopamine gushed into her nervous system, compelling her to roll her eyes back and tilt her head upward.

“Ohhh, my G*d, yes! Just like that! Yes, yes, yes!” Jennifer squealed while she creamed Rick’s c*ck.

She was amid a fourth *rgasm delivered by her soccer trainer’s penile annihilation. “Yes! Yes! F*ck yeah!” Mr. Rakehell exclaimed, feeling the wetness on his d*ck and the convulsions shivering out from his student’s body.

Slowing down her grinding tempo against him, Jennifer breathed deeply as the final surges of her climax exited.

“Oh F*ck!” she hollered.

Panting and in disbelief that Mr. Rakehell had made her c*m again, she questioned her fallen morals and the limits of her femininity.

Titten Fetisch Umgekehrter Cowgirl-S*x Reiten Varsity Sl*t League Episode #11 mit C4s.com

Titten Fetisch Umgekehrter Cowgirl-Sx Reiten Varsity Slt League Episode #11 mit C4s.com