"Oh," I faintly heard mom gasp. My eyes fluttered open to see mom now standing, her eyes riveted to my cock as the last of my load dribbled from the tip and slid down my shaft, coating my hand. She was wearing the same sundress, and I let my eyes travel over her. The barely hidden swell of her breasts, the slight pooch of her belly, and the hint of firm thighs just under the hemline.
A Cheerleaders in Paradise Story What's the girl equivalent of horndog, I wonder? Horncat? Hornpussy? Sometimes I think that’s exactly what we were. It was senior year, and there were big changes for all of us. [Author's note: Once again, please check the codes carefully before you read.]