Jemma 1844-332-2639 ext 303
When I was younger I had a schoolgirl crush on this guy named Tommy. He was so fucking sexy, tattoos, spacers, piercings. My cute, young, shaved pussy would get so wet every time I would see him.
One day we were in the library, I was wearing a short plaid skirt. My tits had gotten so much bigger then and they were popping out of my shirt. I was rummaging through a bin of books beside where Tommy was sitting when I dropped one and bent over to pick it up. My skirt was too short, I could feel the cold breeze of the fan nearby hitting my bare ass cheeks. When I stood upright and looked at Tommy he was drooling and his pants seemed wet in the crotch area.
He stood up and was staring at me in such an aggressive way, it seemed scary but my pussy was soaked. He grabbed my hair and whispered in my ear, “Walk back to the end of the stacks where no one can see us too clearly”…I was shaking but my pussy was so wet. I wanted to be a good girl and do as I was told.