This is my girl!”
“It’s the Program!” a futa objected. I swallowed, my mouth dry. Porn I couldn’t help but notice her cock tenting the front of her shorts. But she stood her ground, back straight. My toes curled. All the touching was too much for me. “So long as those fingers don’t penetrate the girl’s pussy,” President McTaggart said. I swallowed. And yet… She kept licking her thick lips and squeezing her own tits while arching her eyebrows. It was so hot and hard, and yet had a softness to it. I felt so desired. My juices flowed. Her cock pressed on me, but… “Well, Ginny,” asked Coach Miller, a woman dressed in purple bloomers and tank top like everyone but me wore, “do you need satisfaction?”
“It’s okay if you do,”
