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Three horny teachersHe creased her stomach so she was in a bent-over pretzel position and he gave his cock to her pussy from behind, wedging spade-like into her cunt. Enough! Atrocious! Disgusting! Who the hell could understand what the hell was happening in the first four paragraphs of The Coach Eats Out? Frieda couldn't. The only sentence that had made sense to her was: "Fuck me!" Jesus! So this was why she was teaching English to her kids at Thomas Dewey – so they could understand trash like this! It was terrible, a mockery of the English language. It was downright pornographic. Frieda skipped to page forty-two of The Coach Eats Out. His prick rose as if it did not have a conscience. Huh? It raised its mushroomed head and stared with its one eye at the cheerleader's eighteen-year-old, nearly hairless pussy. What? The cheerleader snorted in her breath. Her thighs clapped. Snorting breaths? Clapping thighs? OH GOD, NO! Coach waddled like a duck op his knees into the V of her unclapped thighs. He held his prick with his hand then, with a sadistic smile, his cockhead rubbed the door-like lips of her cunt ...» |
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