Her nipples were obviously hard. She had a short little skirt on, and a white almost see through shirt. Her blonde hair in loose curls, and her bangs ...inned back. I could of swore I saw her in my dream before. Before I could move, she already noticed my hand gently stroking my clit. She smiled, and licked her lips. She grabbed my hand and quickly lead me too the small single bathroom, and locked the door. Her smooth voice escaped her lips. "Oh my, you're definitely a wet one, aren't you?" She. ’ ‘That’s really all I have to say tonight. I just wanted to introduce myself. I’ll have an email address set up by next week, so you can send me feedback or give me suggestions on what you think I should cover. If anyone is watching, thank you for your time.’ ‘If you wonder why I’m doing this, it’s because I can. There will be no sponsors, no axes to grind except mine. It’s a voyage of self discovery, and I thought I’d invite you along for the ride. I’ll continue until I run out of enthusiasm. She felt the promise in that kiss, promise to make her regret ever disobeying her Master. "You come back out of that class in thirty minutes." She nods obediently and walks into her first period class. Thirty minutes later, she steps out of her class, pleading cramps. Her Master is leaning against the wall beside the door and wastes no time pulling her into the women's bathroom and into one of the stalls. Pushing her against the wall and covering her mouth, he lifts her skirt and pulls her. Now, all I could think about was driving my cock in there too. I wanted to fuck her. Really badly. But for now, I ate, and ate. Her lippy pussy gave so much to enjoy when it came to sucking and playing with her. She quivered and meowed like a little kitten with every lick. Ashleigh's little pussy was tight and clean, very lean lips and cute little clit. Mom's was ample, like a meaty sandwich of sex. And if Ashleigh's flavor was like a fine herbal tea, mom was a french press. Her body produced.