Mr. Jess’ boobs looked like watermelons to an orange when compared to his wife. She also knew the senior probably only wanted her for her body and to sleep with her, but she had said yes—she knew it had to be worth something if her first boyfriend was a hot senior when she was only a fifth grader. Derrick was the coach of the high school football team, and he seemed to take pride in making himself look like he himself was a player on the team. Jess paused as the words soaked in. He had just fucked the hottest seventh grader ever. Derrick was groaning and she knew he was coming, and she wanted to feel it, so she pushed harder, and pulled all of him into her tiny vagina with every pump now.
