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  • First period was office English and our text books were passed out as our teacher droned on about what we would be learning this year. Alexis continued to kink whisper to me, explaining about how she wasn't really Catholic but that her parents thought the school would help her learn discipline. I guess she was whispering a little too loudly because when I looked up I saw everyone in class, including Sister Bridgette staring at us. "Alexis, go to the principal's office, now!" ordered Sister Bridgette. Alexis gave me a little smile as she got up and left the room. When she returned blowjob about fifteen minutes bizarre later she was no longer kinky smiling. She winced a little as she sat back down in her seat. I leaned over and whispered, "Did you get paddled?" "Yep, but the jokes on them, I kind of liked it! Wanna see my red ass? " she whispered back. I blushed and looked away as my cock got rock hard. The bell rang and I panicked. If I stood up now everyone would see my erection, but oral it was not going down. I decided to stand up quickly and cover my crotch with my text book. I guess I wasn't quick enough because when I looked over at Alexis she was staring down at my crotch. She smiled at me and asked, "Is that for me?" I blushed and she laughed and we went off to our next class. For the rest of the day I showed her around the school and we talked and got to know each other. At lunch she sat next to me and rubbed my thigh under the table. She flirted with me all day, leaving me in an almost constant state of erection. She continues to thrust, dumping load after load of cum deep up my ass as my own dick finishes its grand finale of fireworks. As Alex worked faster and faster, she eventually started to rub her clit with their blowjob thumb, this started cascade of events, and Jess wouldn't be denied. The faggot had been right; jerking off on his face HAD been better than using the floor! “I’m glad you enjoyed it. Another larger gurney sized table with a barstool next to it.filled the space in front of the fireplace. I dial up the Police Department. What made it even worse, though, was that Sandy was bizarre watching office every second of it, lying right beside her, and that part of her deep, deep kink down admitted that she enjoyed the man's kinky dominance. He had to keep reminding himself that she wasn’t all the goddess that he saw before him, that she was manipulating him, using him, but his awareness didn’t oral stop him from obeying, albeit after setting down his sketchbook. As she neared her pussy, her hand crept ever slower. “Love your cock ring, looks fantastic on your big thick cock,” he says. He was going so fast he hit the lockers so hard causing him to get a concussion. What is it about him? “I should go eat Becky!”