Rachael knew she was different.
She always wanted to get touched and always wanted to get f****d shamelessly.
At nineteen, she bent her ass, raising it up properly to be f****d, wondering why she loved s*x so much.
The teacher slammed into her p***y while she moaned loudly. They were having s*x in the school bathroom.
The fluorescent lights hummed overhead, casting a harsh white glow over the scuffed tile floor and the row of stalls.
The air smelled of industrial cleaner, cheap soap, and the sharp tang of s*x.
Rachael’s palms were flat against the cool ceramic of the sink, her skirt flipped up over her lower back, panties tangled around one ankle.
Her school blouse was unbuttoned just enough that her full young t**s spilled forward, n*****s tight and flushed.
She pushed her a
