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Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

I tossed and turned all night in bed, my nipples sensitive, and my pussy swollen. What in the world was I thinking? Here I was, a respected school teacher charged with the care and safety of children, and I had ended up naked, bent over my desk in my classroom, practically begging a parent to fuck me with his monster chocolate cock! But instead of giving it to me, he left me, leaving directions to be waiting for him the next evening. And I was actually considering it. I considered it when I got dressed this morning, picking out a purple Demi bra that barely held my large breasts in place. I considered it as I skipped the matching thong up over my fleshy thighs, tugging it tightly against my pussy as Jamie had done the previous evening. I considered it as I remembered Jamie’s words to not play with myself and give istanbul travesti myself the release I so needed, and then again all day every time I looked at my desk. Here I was, at the assigned time, bent over my desk wearing nothing but a bra and panties, panting with desire. I was waiting for Jamie, the tall, black, handsome parent of my student to arrive. I was hoping that he would give me what I wanted, his beautiful cock fucking me long and hard. I could feel the tingling of anticipation in my clit as I tried to wiggle my ass, letting the thong rub up against me. All of the sudden I heard him. “Tsk, tsk, tsk, Teach. Are you being naughty? I told you not to play with yourself, and here you are. I also told you to be waiting just like you were last night. That meant naked. Although, istanbul travesti I certainly am enjoying the view of that purple thong pulled up into your pale ass cheeks.” Jamie walked around the desk, and I followed him with my eyes, a smile on my face. I could tell his cock was already hard, as it made a tent in the front of the dress pants that he was wearing. I could already smell the scent of him. “A bad little teacher, aren’t you? You need a spanking.” Jamie walked behind me and slapped my left ass cheek. I whimpered with pleasure. He leaned over and kissed me there, and then slapped again. “I’m sorry,” I said, looking over my shoulder. “Oh, You forgot to close the door.” “Teach, I think part of your punishment is leaving that door open. Maybe someone will walk by, they istanbul travesti may have forgotten something. Or maybe the janitor might swing down the hallway pushing his broom. Won’t that be a site for them, the little white teacher bent over the desk crying out for some hard black dick.” I turned red, thinking of what could happen. Jamie began running his fingers down my back, to my ass, and grabbed my thong. He gave it a couple of quick tugs and I forgot all about the open door. “Mmmmm… please…” I moaned. “You like that do you?” Jamie whispered in my ear. He continued to tug on the thong with one hand, and reached around to free my boobs with the other. His lips descended on mine and he kissed me hard, shoving his tongue into my mouth. I could feel his hard cock poking into my leg, and tried to arch myself back to meet it. “Uh uh, teach. You be a good girl.” He let go of the thong, and slapped my ass again. I could feel the juices rush to my pussy. Jamie told me to turn around, and he slid by brastaps down my shoulders, my heavy breasts fell from their support, and Jamie unhooked the bra.

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32