2009 11 17 03-hot-indian-romance

I knew from my parents that it was somehow a “dirty” thing to have and very private. He was in the back office at a desk and reading something. Indian sex Emerson opened a book on his desk and motioned me over beside him. Maybe you need extra help…see me after school and I will see if I can help.” I nodded and felt a thrill go through me thinking of being alone with my handsome teacher. My cunt was sending somewhere special. Finally, he looked up…saw me…smiled, said: “Oh yes Sherry…I almost forgot. Emerson. His fingers making me dizzy…”Come on,” he said, “what do you want me to feel?” I whispered: “My cunt.” “I didn’t hear you,” he whispered” and kept feeling…OH GOD was he feeling. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. “It’s a dirty word, Mr. Emerson.” and he rubbed up and down my spine. I got brave and said: “I have a hot cunt.” I was so sensitive, my cunt an electric charge to his touch. Read 37971 times |
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