She felt a trickle of dewy moisture on her lips as her thighs rubbed together. Suddenly she got it. ‘Mmm, we just want to be punished sir!’ Mr Edwards grinned. ‘Correct. God, Isabelle - and here I was thinking you were a good girl. But here you are, exposing your ass to one of your own teachers. It seems you’re becoming quite the wanton hussy!’ ‘Yes, sir!’ She writhed on his lap, wet and eager. He ran a hand through her illustrious long hair. Smack! Isabelle jerked upwards, her ass asian shuddering. ‘Oh yes, Sir! Thank you!’ Smack! A rosy red flush blossomed on her smooth cheeks. Her pussy was on fire. ‘You should apologise for being a naughty slut. Tell japanese me you’re sorry.’ Smack! Her thighs quaked, and she moaned, her voice coarse. ‘Y-y-yes Sir! I’m so sorry for teasing you, I’m sorry for not wearing any panties-’ Smack! Isabelle yelped, dragging her palms over her breasts through her blouse, aching to relieve some of the tension that threatened to overwhelm her. Her pussy begged to be touched, but Darius . ‘I’m just so dumb and horny, and I need to be-’ Smack! ‘-punished!’ Isabelle bucked on his lap, rubbing her clit on his thigh, desperately craving release. Mr Edwards rubbed Lesbian a hand over the red tender flesh of her ass, and she mewled quietly. Smack! Isabelle cried out, before smothering her mouth with her hand. Mr Edwards winced. Please, please say no one heard. ‘Shhh, my Isabelle. We don’t want anyone hearing us.’ ‘Yes Sir, sorry Sir. It’s just that you said eight spanks, Sir. But that was nine.’ He touched her raw, sensitive flesh, and she mewled in pleasure, heightening her sexual arousal. The mixture of pain and pleasure accumulated in a well of passion between her thighs. They were drenched with her juices. Cheri laughed and relied,”No, I don’t count a hand job. All clothes purchased or hand made will be approved by me before being worn. “I don’t want to talk to you.” I stood my ground. My heart was pounding. Mary appeared a moment later waving a finger at the girl, she leaned into Derrick whispering. She was a hole, a sleeve, a warm wet place to fuck. My laid-back mannerisms fooled a lot of people into thinking I was a pushover. “You like that? I could easily see that between her legs, her knickers were soaking wet and I could see that there was some liquid running down the inside of her thigh. Lucilla latched onto my clit. Wendy let his cock slip from her mouth, continuing to stroke Lesbian it, and said. But of course, your mother would never go for that." She was sent here to give us such passion.” The trio methodically made their way down the metallic hallway. “I want you to watch and see the sort of pleasure that you're missing out on by denying who you truly are.” I smiled at them. Draped over one of the ottomans was a girl my age with blonde hair, seemingly unconscious. She sucked him at a slow pace, until she was satisfied with his rigidness. You girls had better never tell anyone of what happened here tonight, or you will be very sorry. She was weak, but relaxed. party. out from japanese her panties and she was outside. We were already in the jungle! After looking into my eyes, she nodded, lifting her asian knee from my side, kneeling next to me. I caressed the outside of her slim thighs, seductively curved thighs, moving up under her blue pleated skirt and felt for her panties. Looking down at himself for moment his mouth opened slightly. Some women need make-up and some do not. Every other man she’d been with lately had seen her backdoor as some kind of free for all, and if Trevor was going to use and abuse her body without any input from her then why wouldn’t he claim her ass again? Pleasure burned through my mind. Or is this nothing more than a common slut slave that craves humiliation?"