How was this supposed to help her with Spanish? She glanced back at the clock and realized it had been 10 minutes. She grabbed her backpack off the fl...or and trudged up the stairs. She was surprised when she had reached Tara’s room at the end of the hall that the door was closed almost all the way. She pushed it open slowly. Lauren began to smile when she saw her best friend, covered in Spanish words, completely naked, laying on her bed. Tara patted the bed next to her and said, “Let’s learn. .no I did'nt, she directed me what to do.I thought, wow, such a pretty pussy, I licked it sucked the fleshy lips and then found her swollen clit and began to tease and suck it. as I slid two fingers in as I was sucking her clit She began to get vocal, " OH, YES SUCK MY PUSSY!...FINGER ME BABY! MAKE ME CUM I WANT YOU TO MAKE ME CUM!" Then she kinda took over she reached in for some extra stimulation on that enlarged clit" OH, FUCK! I'M GONNA CUM FOR YOU BABY" OOOHHH! OOOHH! And OH, SHIT! she. Not just any man, but Justin Valcourt. She didn’t want it to end.“I’m done,” he said.Willow relaxed, her body slowly easing from the pose as Justin stood from the stool. As he walked towards her carrying the sketchpad, she stepped down from the platform, covering herself with her hand and arm. Standing close beside him without touching, she looked at his drawings of her.“This…” she began as she gazed at the flowing lines and shades of pencil etchings, “...this is how you see me?”Justin smiled. One reason that I only did a special breakfast once per week was sensory overload. One magnificent breakfast per week, and a corresponding dinner, was a treat. If every meal were special, then special would become routine—much like all the nude bodies in Paxlyn Domain were routine. Besides, there was a lot of work involved. When I prepared breakfasts or lunches or even dinners the rest of the week I would prepare the simple meals that were standard fare in this world. I didn't prepare ALL the.