You understand, little Trixie whore?”
The student nodded, only getting more excited. Barely able to breathe, Trixie felt her vision blur. Does Daddy look like a man who would take random girls to a motel?! You understand, little Trixie whore?”
The student nodded, only getting more excited. As the minutes passed, the two synced up, both reaching sexual oasis. It reminded her of her little laptop webcam and how good it felt to expose herself. Jesus!”
The receptionist apologised profusely as Mr Wright took Trixie down the hallway. Trixie couldn’t believe how good her body was feeling. To his surprise, the Asian receptionist from earlier was standing in front of him. Her mind raced: he saw me, we’re going to do such naughty things, I’m going to lose my virginity. She sucked her juices off, her soft, wet eyes looking gently back at him like a guilty puppy. “You did so well, little one. She squeezed her legs against her teacher’s hand, gripped onto his shirt and looked him in the face as she reached her limit. Her daddy? Her teacher came back to her and finally unbuckled his pants, exposing himself to his favourite student. Leaning forward, the teacher reached his hand up the girl’s school skirt, his finger pushing against the wet, soft lips until he felt her secret flesh.
