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Obscene Scandals [A]

Chapter 2 the girl in read scarf

Word Count: 2238    |    Released on: 25/08/2024

drain out of her face, the crimson cheeks suddenly turning pale, eyes never leaving the ink on her notebook along with sweaty palms that she would rub continous on her plaid skirt. I am barely

but before i could stop her, the red scarf was already flowing in the air as s

be her. Or

overing rears of her face, as if i had seen her naked. I hadnt even seen her face properly yet just her hairlin

xt 10 seconds, as if her whole body is burning over flames. She would dissapear after the university lectures ends, i havent seen her around afterwards just in class, she hides, a

r hairs hiding her ears, it looked as she begged to dissapear, it was prom

r lips gaping as she stood up on her slender legs looking down again, "Can you explain to me what did Stopford Brooke meant from his lines, "In this play love l

n five forms namely, romantic and courtly love, body and sexual love, sisterly and brotherly love, fatherly love and unrequited love." she answered,

ionally my voice terminated noticing her regular behaviour but this time i wanted to confront her, ask her whats wrong since she spoke up, even looked around, what's distracting her now. I

capes. The directions she took only lead to the abandoned area of the school backyard, where no one goes anymore, that area was shut down after renovation of entire v

led further away from the school, meanwhile i was copying her footsteps, ten metre behind her, she was way t

to notice any movements before going in, the rooms were dark, the spider webs crawling over your skin, while only the sunlight passed through, the old inflated footballs lying over

moved the clearer the whimpers became audible, 'is she crying?', without thin

th, her eyes closed with earphones plugged in. The crimson flush again blaring her whole body. And she havent noticed my presence. As she moaned, her eyes opening slowly before widening i

eeks, brushing the tear that just dropped before making her crane her neck by pulling her chin. "who made you this wet, Christina Darwish...", she gulped visibly, her breathes heaving as she squished her thighs shut, torturing her lips between her teeth again, i hummed demanding an answer, rubbing her wet pink lips under my thu

pink lips were parted showing her bunny incisors, and her little bulbous nose which and the now blood rushed cheeks glowing under the

d hole amd ass cheeks. "behave christina" she was making it utterly impossible to stop myself, and when she said that i lost it, "or what?", a chuckle escape past my lips my inner demons taking over my consciousness, we are going nowhere before finishing this situation. "or..." I stepped

ngers perfectly and i couldnt help but think

bossoms those were hidden under her extra loose sweater, she was wearing a tank top clutching tightly to her tits. her hands folding the tank top up hastily revealing her magenta lacey bra, smoking colour for her skin, before she could take it off I pinned her hands above head, the wet slicked, dripping of her juices fingers trailing over her tits be

ng to get that present. She bite my lips when I didn't let her free, letting me have to spank her sensitive drenched cunt again making her squeal loudly. "Mr spencer" she half moaned, her voice breaking from squealing. "fuck me please" she said tear

rtips over the veins splattered over my shaft, the greenish veins making her mouth water visibly as she rubbed her hands over it. The rubbing later turning into caressing her nipples with my pink tip's precum, spitt

e innocent look starkly contrasting her deeds. Grabbing her tits, her smile disappeared as her siren eyes took over, I knew what was on her mind, stepping forward as she stuck my cock between her

pushed her self to her feet, clutching to my collars. Unbuttoning the emerald shirt. Her tongue licking down from my chin to my upper lips before shoving it into my mouth with an intensity, brushing and rubbin

ing, I held her legs over my forearm, fucking her deeper. Her fingernails digging down the skin over my back. The tears of pleasure staining her cheeks, and her lips plumping into reddish pink by her innumerable assaults of biting. She wa

in feeling the hot white liquid spurt inside her, dripping along her cum, down to my balls. Her

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