chrissy k still

“Holy shit, I have got to get a copy of your Dad’s book. It’s got some good moves in it,” she said with a laugh. I was concentrating on the sight of the head of my cock poking out and disappearing back in her crack. I was breathing heavily and was going to cum pretty fast even though I had already relieved the pressure twice that day. Mrs. B. sensed I was close.

This one is a spin-off of "rate the above user's last favourited image" as I felt that was a bit restrictive sometimes.As you all will know. When you open another user's profile it will show a tab called "recent favourites" which consists of the last 5 images added to favourites.In this forum you choose 1 of these 5 images for the above user, give it a personal rating, and explain why it got that rating... simple as that.

Mrs. B. was a great teacher for 10th grade English. Funny, engaging, personable—and a bit flirty. She was in her late-20s, just a couple years out of The University of Michigan, cute, nice body and flaming red hair that cascaded over her shoulders and down her back. She knew the boys all lusted after her and she did nothing to discourage our interest. Students even gave her a nickname, “Bubbles.” The administration was not pleased, but Mrs. B. didn’t seem to mind. She liked the attention. Oh, and I think that we actually learned a lot of English Lit between the horsing around.