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Mr. Man, I know you've been looking up my skirt during class. I wonder if you've noticed the wet spot that develops as you stare at me. I keep hoping you'll keep me after class, I know you want to. I wonder, is it the short plaid skirt, the crisp cotton blouse, the pristine knee socks or is it simply the smell and the look of such innocence? You'd love to corrupt me, make me your schoolgirl slut, see me on my knees with your spunk splattered on my pretty cheeks... How do you keep your lust in check, Mr. Man... such control! But when you see me standing at your office door after everyone's went home, you know you're in trouble. What defense do you have against me when we both know I need it so badly, just as badly as you..... |
| Another of my fantasies involves pantyhose, I adore them. I love the way they feel against my skin, so silky smooth on my tanned flesh. I love to get a fresh pair on Saturday to wear on my night out. I know that before the night is over, those hose clad legs will be wrapped around the waist of some stud who loves the feel of them as much as I do. I see you across the room and we both know we're hungry. You motion me toward the bathrooms, I understand... we meet, our lips grazing and nibbling each other and your hands push up my skirt and feel my bare ass and those sexy pantyhose, crotchless of course. I feel your cockhead straining against me, wanting inside as my legs wrap about you there in the crowded corner... |
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I snuck out my Dad's bike to get these shots, shhh! He always hung out with these biker guys when I was a kid. He loved his bike, but he didn't live the lifestyle, he had to be too respectable in his line of work. But some of his biker friends were kind of shady. They had long hair, tattoos, I know one had even been to prison. They seemed so dangerous and mysterious. My dad would never let me go out with any of their kids even, he said that I would understand if I knew what some of the biker bitches had to put up with just to be accepted by the men. Instead of putting me off, it just made me so curious. What could be so bad that my Dad would never want to see his little girl involved. I started eavesdropping and hearing strange word like "gangbang" and "ass fuck", but when I asked Daddy what those words meant, he got all mad... so I had to ask one of his friends... Wanna Hear More? Call me 1-877-281-8336 |