She then abruptly pulls off. She squats down while pulling off her panties, reaches down and, violently stuffs them completely up Isobel's pussy through the hole she made earlier, stretching it out wider for Margaret's fist. The girl lets out a very lewd moan. “I knew you'd enjoy this.” laughs Margaret. Isobel hears very sloppy sounds of Marge rubbing her pussy lick near the bathroom floor. “I can wait for most girls. But you're even nastier than me. Cum slut. Filthy unwashed pig bitch. Stench loving princess. You'd make a real good queen of the pig sty you know that?” Marge stands up, revealing a. . . perplexing sight. Completely baby-hairless pussy. But, there's something wrong with it. What the fuck, is she infected or something? Her pussy is swollen something bad, like it had been left in a pussy pump overnight. Thick meaty labia and a pouting pisshole. “Like my handy-work? The forefront of my very own modern research.” She squats forward over Isobel's face, her monstrous blowjob cunt completely enveloping the doll-faced girl's nose and mouth. Grabbing both of Isobel's wrists she grinds her face, the girl wavering left to right, smearing a chalky white vaginal smegma slime residue all over her face. “Disobedient to your chief advisor huh?” She pulls her pussy off, which makes a lewd sound like pulling a suction cup off the wall. Isobel's face is still white with fear, but has hints of a certain lewd look also. “It's only fair that I do this next part. You pissed on me. So. .” Marge death-grips Isobel's wrists, one in each hand. The girl yelps and struggles against the mild pain. Nobel renowned scientist Professor Margaret Hairy Felmund, begins to unleash a torrent of deep orange piss all over her student's face. Little bits get in the girl's eyes and mouth before she can close them tight. After a few long seconds the stream lessens in pressure, soaking all into Isobel's sweater, then her skirt, then her tights, then sprinkles off her shoes. She lets Isobel go, slumping down on the asian toilet, shivering. Before the dejected girl can even snap back to reality, Miss Margaret reaches into the depths japanese of her pussy, rips out her own, slimy pink panties, and slaps them as hard as she can over Isobel's face, the viscous juice splattering, some landing on each side of the stall walls. After a few seconds of delay, Isobel's pussy twitches, and then implodes with a gushing orgasm. The high-class girl lets out a retarded moan, and after long seconds of violent seizing, she just lays there, shivering and twitching like a beaten house wife. Her tongue twists out of her face in a demonic contortion. Miss Margaret pulls the panties down upside-down over her head. They stick over Isobel's nose like some comedic balaclava. While Isobel is still in post-bitchgasm comatose, Margaret reaches to her own behind, straining as she pulls out something large. I distribute a spit into her face and I ask Sylvia: "Do you want to spit at her as well?". My finger grazed her thigh, and then homed in on the target – Her sweet spot. She felt herself heating up and returned the more passionate kiss, slightly moving her lips, letting them feel more of his. He rolled his lick eyes as if saying ‘duh, I know’. 'You promised that I can take you in my arms here' he said. My pussy spasmed about her trio of probing digits. Why don't you go stand over there," she quietly suggested, while pointing her index finger towards the foot of the bed, "so that you can see my 'thing' better." It was silver, so wonderfully shiny. MARK If I was straight, well, I'd join you. I shake my head. “This filthy bitch loves attention, just look at these photos!” asian And that’s when daddy first showed our private photos. He was more important to him than Snape was. As it was getting late, Alice and Jenny asked if Hairy we wanted to go out for sushi. I was so close to exploding. Issy.” Isobel slaps her head to get her to shut up. Where was their Demon protector? We can talk about anything without any fear of embarrassment. “Aw FUCKING BLOODY HELL! ok, but the offer is there, we can try japanese and get you back online. She picked up her instruments, mixer board and amp and wandered along to the exit with the hundred odd passengers, from her flight. blowjob I turned my head and gave her an inquisitive look, but she did not return my gaze. Calvin asked, confused. My heart started pounding and I’m sure that my pussy was literally dripping as I walked over to the man. I grabbed my cock, aimed true, and buried it into her snatch. “Oh, sorry,” she said.