Double Finger Training with Gina Gerson and Sasha Rose

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I ripped his fly open further. I spotted his classroom. You being a biology professor.”
“What?” he asked. My asshole tingled through the lesson while my pussy grew wetter and wetter. He was driving me wild. I groaned, squeezing my bowels around him. I groaned as he went deeper and deeper into me. Belmont’s. The weekend was over, and I had to go back to college. I couldn’t wait to have that big dick of his plowing into my asshole. I trembled, savoring the first time I had my pussy licked. My heart beat so fast as his digits flexed in my pussy. It flowed down my throat. It would be a biology lesson that they would never forget. It was such a bratty thing to do, but I was staking my claim. I sucked on him. “Mr. I knew I would cum so hard. Just pound me. He swirled around, caressing me. “Oh, Mr.