Please, Teacher, Gimme The D Phonesex With Kayla Cumsalot

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357

The entire class mosied out of their seats and rushed to leave the building for the day. I, however, hung back. If I brought home another “F”, my mom was gonna tan my hide. Mr. Wood had his back to the rows of desks and was wiping down the whiteboard. It was now or never if I was going to talk him into raising my grade.

For a teacher, he was sexy as hell. Tall and toned, not frumpy or old like the others. I spent a few minutes eyeing him up and down. He wore fitted, light-colored khakis that tapered from his hips to fit snuggly over his ass. If I was going to slut myself out for grades, doing it with him wasn’t going to be much of a chore.

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