She sat between her friends, Naomi and Scarlett. Both rivalled her in intellect and beauty, yet they maintained a strong bond of friendship; albeit one that could at times descend into jealousy. The corners of Scarlett’s lips curled into a smirk, and Naomi nudged her, muttering, ‘You’re brave’. Isabelled frowned, before remembering that her teacher, Mr Edwards, was famously intolerant of truants. Mr Edwards’ eyes had followed her from the moment she walked in. She had always been a stunner, but today her skin seemed to glow, and he noticed that today she was exposing more than the typical amount of bosom. He licked his lips. He was going to enjoy this. He knew that on many previous occasions, he had give in to her cute, thankful smile as he let her Indian Girls Fucking off the hook for whatever it was - but today something was different. Every step she took was imbued with a subtle sway of the hips, and her bust seemed firmer on her chest. He couldn’t quite put his finger on how - but she exuded a sweet sexuality. As she met his stern gaze, he thought her expression was not one of meek naivety; but one that was teasing, vulnerable, and threatened to break out into a shameless grin. He felt his cock stir under his trousers. He had fantasised since the beginning of the year about giving her a real punishment, but this would have to do. ‘Ah, Isabelle! I was wondering when you’d turn up. Just because the school thinks you can get an A doesn’t mean you can skip lesson. I will generously assume you were late because you were too busy preparing for this topic - so redeem yourself; integrate this expression here.’ 14 pairs of eyes peered at her. Oh no - surely they noticed her ruffled blouse, loose hair, her pleased vacant expression…and pieced things together...maybe they had even heard her soft whimpers coming from the lavatory. She blushed an even deeper shade of crimson. She was completely distracted, and before she could stammer an answer, the teacher sighed and began to lecture her on the importance of attendance. Isabelle wasn’t used to this. She was one of his favourites, and could usually get off scot-free if she hadn’t given in her homework on time, or was caught chatting in lesson. Sometimes she suspected there was more to his favouritism than her stellar grades, but she tried not to think about it. What had changed? Mr Edwards relished her embarrassment. In a perfect world, naughty little girls like her would be forced to submit to their superiors, no questions asked, he mused. As her scolding continued, she still couldn’t ignore the whispers, the judgement of her classmates…and the tiny thrill that shot through her body at the thought. Isabelle! No one thinks you’re a slut. No one saw you, or could have even heard you. Stop thinking about it - it’s in the past. Now concentrate on your education. And so she did. I hacked into Willowbud’s mouth, and fell backwards against something hard. So, it doesn’t look like we’ve been doing anything. She gestured to Geoff and he sat by her head so she could take his dick in her mouth and as she sucked him he played with her nipple. Mr. Preston rose and Mr. Oates joined him. "You, powerful? Then the next man spears into her, and for a while she can speak no more. My dick's tip throbbed. As Hazel approached her sex, Brie moved the opposite direction, sliding herself higher up on the bed. He snapped a picture and showed Ray the image on screen. I also needed to talk to my husband about what had just happened. The skintight, black leather would have been enough to take his breath away, but the top half of her tits were forced out through holes designed for them. YOU ARE SO AMAZING.” As Mark shoots his man juice into my wife. And then she began shifting her Indian Girls Fucking head from side to side. And this may sound strange, but the way she sucks on my nipple actually is quite arousing. Before sitting up and putting her arms around John’s torso, her head pressed against his bare chest. The day waned on.