This is the geography classroom; on the front wall there is a giant poster of the world, each country its own bright and distinct colour. Hilary has been a bad girl, and St. Helga's Boarding School doesn't take kindly to disobedient girls. Her punishment for masturbating during lunch break is a month's detention. Basically, they lock her alone in this room for an hour, unsupervised. When will these stupid nuns ever learn? They have given her the perfect arrangement to finger-bang herself to her cunt's content. Hillary reaches into her pantyhose and begins to rub her hood in slow circular motions. She spots two fat permanent markers on More ...
She walks into the living room wearing nothing but a pair of nylons and a bra. Your jaw hits the floor. She's the fucking babysitter! And now she's strutting around in your wife's underwear. What are your options? Run from the house, call the misses, and tell her about the nerve of this young hussy. She wouldn't believe you; hell, her next phone call would be to her lawyers. You could call the cops, but no good would come out of that. The last and final option: fuck her brains out; she is legal age after all. It looks like that's the only way out of this. You kneel in front of her and bury your nose in her perfect mound of muff. Yo More ...
You don't deserve this, but luck is a funny thing. If someone had asked you an hour ago what your night was going to be like, you would have been embarrassed by the answer: four hours of playing video games, followed by an hour of jerking-off to Sailor Moon; this is not how you had imagined your thirties. But tonight was your lucky night. You got an emergency call. Your neighbor's washing machine was on the fritz, and she had ringed to see if you could fix it. No problem. In moments you had the fucker humming again. This twenty year old bombshell offered you a drink as a reward. You weren't going to say no. She went into the kitchen More ...
She walks into the living room wearing nothing but a pair of nylons and a bra. Your jaw hits the floor. She's the fucking babysitter! And now she's strutting around in your wife's underwear. What are your options? Run from the house, call the misses, and tell her about the nerve of this young hussy. She wouldn't believe you; hell, her next phone call would be to her lawyers. You could call the cops, but no good would come out of that. The last and final option: fuck her brains out; she is legal age after all. It looks like that's the only way out of this. You kneel in front of her and bury your nose in her perfect mound of muff. Yo More ...
