NAUGHTY AMERICA DREAMING ABOUT FUCKING THE TEACH

What's going on here?

Don't you want to graduate, Luke?

You know what, Miss Siren?

No, I don't.

What?

I want to be in your class until I'm old.

I want to see your beautiful face

and hear your voice say my name in attendance

until the day I die.

And if I pass this test,

I'm afraid I'll never see you again.

Oh, Luke.

That is like the sweetest thing anybody has said to me.

Oh, I'm sorry.

I shouldn't have done that.

I mean, I know you're almost 30 and all that,

but I am still your teacher.

No, that was the most amazing kiss ever.

I mean, going through high school for eight years

was worth just that one second.

Oh, God.

You're so romantic.

I want to feel you inside of me.

Will you go lock the door?

Please.

It's time to see the day.

I've been dreaming about this day for so many years.

You're so hard.

Your dick tastes amazing.

Even your balls taste good.

You got me fizzy so wet, second year, big day.

Almost.

Let's try again.

Oh, my side.

Oh, fuck.

I need some of that stay.

Give me some of that.

Oh, baby.

Oh my god.

Oh, fuck yeah.

Oh my god.

Oh shit.

God.

I've wanted this for a while.

I think I've been in a space about as much as you and me.

I always felt like it'd be too bad.

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