She felt a gush of fresh juice ooze from her hole. Appalled, Carly looked over at Jenn, who was staring mesmerized into Mr. She even curled her tongue down farther, and gave Carly’s pink pucker a leisurely, swirling kiss. Richards’ voice was low and calm. “Now, Miss O’Shea, I’m going to flip up your little whore skirt, and fuck you from behind.”
Jenn tilted up her little ass, making it easier for him. Her mind felt thick and fuzzy.This drink is so strong. “Cum for me, little cunt.” The teacher gently squeezed Jenn’s clit. Richards said in his soothing voice. “Maybe. He arched over Jenn’s back, one hand wrapped in her coppery curls. His eyes, though, looked heated. Richards deleted the photo from his iPhone. Richards said pleasantly. I’ve got an Aunt Phyllis who dresses like that,” Carly said, smiling. Carly noticed how Jenn’s tight ass cheeks — completely exposed by the thong — barely wiggled as she walked over to her closet to pick out something to wear.I wish my butt looked like that.
