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He breaks our kiss and takes off my shirt. He plants soft kisses on my shoulder as he undoes my bra. I let my bra slide off my shoulders while he stop... and admires my breasts. I notice how our breathing has become more rapid as we look at each other with lust. He then takes off his shirt as well. He wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me closer and starts kissing me again. I feel his chest pressed against mine and smell his cologne, which turns me on even more. I’m feeling so vulnerable in. You will raise your hips and wiggle that slutty pussy for me, you will lift your hips and display your cunt like a good whore. Begin."She sat still and I could hear moaning, something that sounded like 'no no no' but her hips were still ... at least until I shoved two fingers into her pussy, driving them in past both knuckles. She screamed into the gag, but I dry fucked her long past the moment she stopped."You've failed your first class, cunt." I yanked my fingers from her pussy and she. More

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