I don’t know what I was saying, in broken cries and shrieks, foul language that would never otherwise cross my lips mingled with desperate beseechings to be fucked even harder, even deeper
. I slumped down on the desk, my stomach slicked with sweat, floundering and gasping for air like a landed fish. copyright: Lesley Tara, 2010
My name is Selina, and I am a pupil at Hirstmere Hall, an expensive boarding school for girls, located in the rolling green countryside of southern England
. . " She turned over and closed her eyes
I don’t know what I was saying, in broken cries and shrieks, foul language that would never otherwise cross my lips mingled with desperate beseechings to be fucked even harder, even deeper
. I slumped down on the desk, my stomach slicked with sweat, floundering and gasping for air like a landed fish. copyright: Lesley Tara, 2010
My name is Selina, and I am a pupil at Hirstmere Hall, an expensive boarding school for girls, located in the rolling green countryside of southern England
. . " She turned over and closed her eyes
I don’t know what I was saying, in broken cries and shrieks, foul language that would never otherwise cross my lips mingled with desperate beseechings to be fucked even harder, even deeper
. I slumped down on the desk, my stomach slicked with sweat, floundering and gasping for air like a landed fish. copyright: Lesley Tara, 2010
My name is Selina, and I am a pupil at Hirstmere Hall, an expensive boarding school for girls, located in the rolling green countryside of southern England
. . " She turned over and closed her eyes
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