Little cutie Hazel runs to her toilet after one different lesson alongside along with her flute coach, Ms. Vaunt. She is going to’t stop interested in her, and her insides are on fireside. She lifts her skirt and begins having fun with alongside along with her little pussy… did all of that truly happen? Did her scorching coach make a switch on her? Was their sexual stress precise? Hazel rubs her clit whereas remembering Ms. Vaunt’s contact and her kisses. Her ideas runs 100 miles an hour as she pleasures herself to the thought… or is it the recollections? She distinctly remembers the stolen glances, the grin on Ms. Vaunt’s face when Hazel found an infinite strap-on dildo beneath her mattress, and the best way she promised to point out her each little factor her little ideas was abruptly so focused on. Hazel stuffs two fingers up her moist pussy as she remembers their first kiss, Ms. Vaunt’s arms roaming all through her physique, groping her youthful ass, her mouth sucking on her perky little tits. She rubs her clit furiously as she recollects Ms. Vaunt’s tongue on her pussy, making her cum extra sturdy than she ever has sooner than after which tasting her lover as successfully. She comes nearer and nearer to cumming all through her fingers as she remembers how her older coach pounded the fuck out of her attractive, innocent little pussy alongside along with her massive dildo, spreading her legs on the mattress after which letting her utterly destroy her little hole in doggy, sooner than making herself cum to the memory of driving her coach’s dildo until her pussy exploded all through it. As she comes down from the extreme, she retains questioning her ideas… did all of that truly happen, or did she succumb as quickly as as soon as extra to one in all her many fantasies?
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