After class is over, she approaches me. XNXX fuck Mommy good,” she shouts, throwing her head back and thrashing her red hair around wildly. She lets the tip penetrate her lips just enough so that the head of my cock disappears inside her. Kayla was the only person in the room other than the teacher who was bright enough to be able to hold her own with me when I disagreed with her about something. We have to take the stairs. “That’s my place, that’s where I live,” she says. Inside the front door, Kayla explains that there is no elevator. “Ahhhhhh…that’s it, baby..Suck on Mommy’s titty. Uh, truthfully…well, there’s no other way to put it than to just say it!”
“What is it?” I ask, all ears. Soon we were meeting early before our classes, going across the street to the small counter place there to have coffee and chat.
