"Gooood," I groaned. I told her to spit into her tit-tunnel, as the going was pretty slow, and she quickly lubed my schlong and her tits with hot saliva. That allowed me to really pound my meat in between her tremendous ta-ta's. I fucked her chest like I was fucking her pussy, which I prayed was next. 

But she surprised me yet again by looking up at me with her jade eyes and saying, "I'd like to experience anal sex, as well, Mr. Lanigan. If it's not asking too much?"

I almost blew my load right then and there, in the incredibly deep, super-heated skin valley formed by her all-natural casabas. This girl truly had the unquenchable curiosity of the modern-day realist author. I pulled my throbbing cock out of her pillows and instructed her to drop her shorts and bend over the desk. 

As she did what I asked, I noted with satisfaction that she eschewed underwear on the bottom half of her succulent body, as well as the top. Her pouty, pink slit was shaved and glistening; it was obvious that I was getting through to her. I fingered her twat monetarily as she leaned over top of the desk, then was reminded of my scholarly duties when she said, "Fuck me up the ass, Mr. Lanigan," and reached back and spread her taut butt cheeks. 

I slickened my rigid pole with more spit, and steered it up against her tiny starfish. She groaned softly as I pressed forward, plowing my mushroomed hood into her pucker until I was penetrating her tight, tight ass. Then she unexpectedly pushed back into me, swallowing up my plump tube-steak with her luscious ass. I was quickly buried to the balls inside that sweet young thing's gripping bunghole.