Teaching The Little Intern II
MICHELLE'S breath caught. It was even bigger than she had imagined... it was a formidable, throbbing piece of flesh that made her p***y clench in anticipation.
He knelt between her legs, pushing them apart. "Look at you," he rasped, his eyes devouring her. "So wet already. You're practically begging for it."
Her p***y throbbed, a dull ache that demanded relief. She could feel it pulsing with anticipation, wondering how that hot length would stretch every inch of her horny p***y. "Please, Don. Sir... I need it."
He didn't hesitate. He took her c**t between his thumb and forefinger, rolling it gently, expertly. A jolt of pure pleasure shot through her, arching her back. "Oh, God," she whimpered, her hips beginning to grind against his hand. What was this fee
