“Now this is an Erlenmeyer flask,” Sister Petra said, holding up a cone-shaped beaker with a flat bottom, unaware of our fun. Porn She ground her twat on my mouth. She had a malicious grin on her black lips. “We can both enjoy the sights.”
Her lips curled in disgust. She pulled her hand away and gasped at the milky jizz running over the back of her hand. Aaliyah’s wish to let me attend here had made most of the girls friendly, but it didn’t work on everyone. The pleasure slammed through my body. I matched her. I pulled on my uniform, a white t-shirt that fit tight and had the college’s crest of arms stitched into the fabric over my heart. “Well, Mr. Rita Pickle: Junior at St. She bit her lip as she stared at me. Then we were on pavement and racing out the college’s gate. I trembled, my heart pounding in my chest. Her tongue danced around my cock.
