“Yes, yes, inspect my ass with your big dick,” I moaned. I zipped up my skirt and then frowned at my reflection in the mirror. I turned around and darted over to my boyfriend. “Come on, Mr. During classes, my male professors got to use me first. I shuddered, the heat building in my pussy. He squeezed and kneaded my ass, his fingers sliding up and down the seam that followed my butt-crack. I felt so wicked. “I mean, you’re always wearing skirts. Oh, Nathan, this is all I want!”
I groaned as Terry pressed his cock against my asshole. I rubbed my cheek against his shoulder. For once, I wasn’t the first to Mr. And, of course, I would never leave my house without my phone. My butt-cheeks clenched around his finger, pinning him against my sphincter. Of course, Nathan often had to sit there and watch. And, of course, I would never leave my house without my phone.
