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She leant over the student's shoulder so that her DD tits were pushing into his back, and you could see the tent in this guy's pants getting bigger and bigger.Eventually, the guy couldn't take it anymore and he turned around and pulled down the teacher's blouse and bra and started licking, biting and sucking on her nipples. I let out an involuntary moan just as she did and Trinka looked over at me with a wicked grin."Enjoying it?" she asked.I turned beet red. "Uh, yeah," I mumbled."Hey, what did I say? Don't be embarrassed." She noded at the screen. "Having your tits sucked feels fucking good."The video continued. Eventually, the guy ripped off the teacher's shirt and unclasped her bra, flinging it off camera. Then, he hiked up her skirt and pulled down her thong, revealing her shaved, glistening pussy. He rubbed her clit gently, and she leaned back against her kitchen counter and moaned."Holy fuck, this is hot," said Trinka. "Do you mind if I masturbate?"For the second time that. Her flappy ass shaking to be spanked. Her little hairy pussy having pink lips with its sweet cum. All these thoughts made me horny and I started to cum again. This time louder and heavier.I came twice thinking about her. Yet I was horny and I really could not stop myself. I needed her in real and I need her bad. So, I decided to ring her bell. I went downstairs in very short shorts which ended just on my ass line and a loose t-shirt. Of course, no bra.But this time I have omitted my panty too. Just in case I am horny I want her to know that. I want her to notice that I was getting wet for her. Her mom opened the door. After a short greeting, I headed towards Akshita’s room and with the corner of my eye, I did notice her brother staring at my bare legs.He did manage to get hands on me, but that’s a story for another day. I could see her smiling as she saw me coming. I gave her a very tight hug. I don’t know how it came to me but I whispered to her, “How does it feel?” In reply, I got.
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