That color is not flattering.”
“It’s an amazing color,” I said and grinned at her. I was going to go insane. “You’re both so hot. Mostly. “I want to feel President McTaggart’s clit-dick sliding into my pussy. The two futa-teachers were sixty-nining on a desk, bobbing their mouths up and down each other’s cocks. Even Shelena, the swaggering bitch of the campus had joined, staring in many pornos. Even Angela Smythe shuddered. Found it. Her rosy cheeks hollowed as she nursed. There’s something so fun about it.”
“I agree,” I said and hiked my pencil skirt. “I think I’ve kept you waiting long enough!” I said and thrust my hand into my bag. I’ll bet you love it, too, Mohana.”
“Only one way to find out,” answered Mohana Kulkarni, the communication teacher. “Which is?” Florinda asked, shifting in her seat. My fingering slowed to a stop and I pulled my digits out of my wife’s cunt.
