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Zululand Campus Teachers Furious Butt Bangers. Cecile de Vendome, #41
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Résumé
A trio of busty married bbc obsessed lecture teachers turns into a campus free use anal whores. "Shit, " Amandine muttered, her phone buzzing insistently on the nightstand. She reluctantly reached for it, noting the low battery and the missed calls from her mother. Two more and it would be a full-blown crisis. Normally, she'd be up by now, chatting with her parents as per their Sunday routine. With a groan, she stretched her arms and legs, trying to work out the kinks from the previous night's activities.
How did Camille, her fellow seasonal teacher manage to pull off this lifestyle so frequently? Maybe it was time to start those yoga classes with her fellow lecturers. Who knew that being an absolute butt slut could be so physically demanding? Eventually, Amandine hauled herself out of bed, plugging in her phone before calling her mother back. The conversations were blessedly brief, her excuses for being late believable - she'd simply overslept after a long day of studying the previous day.
Yes, there had been a little partying in the evening, but nothing too wild, she assured her mom. Still, the older woman's concern was palpable. Was Amandine being careful? Of course, she replied, but at twenty-nine and married, her mother's treating her like a kid sometimes annoyed the hell out of her. 'Good thing you can't get pregnant from back door action, the gorgeous stacked French beauty mused inwardly.
Amandine would have felt more guilty if she hadn't accepted that it was time her parents got to grips with the idea she wasn't a little girl anymore, whether they liked it or not. She was growing, she was changing - that's why she had chosen to deliver lectures in African campuses and teaching at remote villages as a volunteer to make a difference instead of remaining in her fly over country. If only her parents knew she was now offering her body like a free use dirty slut to African campus students complete strangers with the complicity of her fellow besties teachers, all members of the 'White Sluts for Africa' club.
It had taken her a while to realize that too. But she would not tell her mom any of that. She'd feel worse if she upset her parents over a little something like a missed call because of oversleeping a Saturday hangover. She definitely didn't want to go into details. If her parents knew what she had really been up to, they might be able to contact the Zululand campus officials. "No Mum, I promise I didn't spend the evening with a bunch of African campus students I barely know, getting passed around like a tithing basket, getting back side ravaged."
How did Camille, her fellow seasonal teacher manage to pull off this lifestyle so frequently? Maybe it was time to start those yoga classes with her fellow lecturers. Who knew that being an absolute butt slut could be so physically demanding? Eventually, Amandine hauled herself out of bed, plugging in her phone before calling her mother back. The conversations were blessedly brief, her excuses for being late believable - she'd simply overslept after a long day of studying the previous day.
Yes, there had been a little partying in the evening, but nothing too wild, she assured her mom. Still, the older woman's concern was palpable. Was Amandine being careful? Of course, she replied, but at twenty-nine and married, her mother's treating her like a kid sometimes annoyed the hell out of her. 'Good thing you can't get pregnant from back door action, the gorgeous stacked French beauty mused inwardly.
Amandine would have felt more guilty if she hadn't accepted that it was time her parents got to grips with the idea she wasn't a little girl anymore, whether they liked it or not. She was growing, she was changing - that's why she had chosen to deliver lectures in African campuses and teaching at remote villages as a volunteer to make a difference instead of remaining in her fly over country. If only her parents knew she was now offering her body like a free use dirty slut to African campus students complete strangers with the complicity of her fellow besties teachers, all members of the 'White Sluts for Africa' club.
It had taken her a while to realize that too. But she would not tell her mom any of that. She'd feel worse if she upset her parents over a little something like a missed call because of oversleeping a Saturday hangover. She definitely didn't want to go into details. If her parents knew what she had really been up to, they might be able to contact the Zululand campus officials. "No Mum, I promise I didn't spend the evening with a bunch of African campus students I barely know, getting passed around like a tithing basket, getting back side ravaged."
A trio of busty married bbc obsessed lecture teachers turns into a campus free use anal whores. "Shit, " Amandine muttered, her phone buzzing insistently on the nightstand. She reluctantly reached for it, noting the low battery and the missed calls from her mother. Two more and it would be a full-blown crisis. Normally, she'd be up by now, chatting with her parents as per their Sunday routine. With a groan, she stretched her arms and legs, trying to work out the kinks from the previous night's activities.
How did Camille, her fellow seasonal teacher manage to pull off this lifestyle so frequently? Maybe it was time to start those yoga classes with her fellow lecturers. Who knew that being an absolute butt slut could be so physically demanding? Eventually, Amandine hauled herself out of bed, plugging in her phone before calling her mother back. The conversations were blessedly brief, her excuses for being late believable - she'd simply overslept after a long day of studying the previous day.
Yes, there had been a little partying in the evening, but nothing too wild, she assured her mom. Still, the older woman's concern was palpable. Was Amandine being careful? Of course, she replied, but at twenty-nine and married, her mother's treating her like a kid sometimes annoyed the hell out of her. 'Good thing you can't get pregnant from back door action, the gorgeous stacked French beauty mused inwardly.
Amandine would have felt more guilty if she hadn't accepted that it was time her parents got to grips with the idea she wasn't a little girl anymore, whether they liked it or not. She was growing, she was changing - that's why she had chosen to deliver lectures in African campuses and teaching at remote villages as a volunteer to make a difference instead of remaining in her fly over country. If only her parents knew she was now offering her body like a free use dirty slut to African campus students complete strangers with the complicity of her fellow besties teachers, all members of the 'White Sluts for Africa' club.
It had taken her a while to realize that too. But she would not tell her mom any of that. She'd feel worse if she upset her parents over a little something like a missed call because of oversleeping a Saturday hangover. She definitely didn't want to go into details. If her parents knew what she had really been up to, they might be able to contact the Zululand campus officials. "No Mum, I promise I didn't spend the evening with a bunch of African campus students I barely know, getting passed around like a tithing basket, getting back side ravaged."
How did Camille, her fellow seasonal teacher manage to pull off this lifestyle so frequently? Maybe it was time to start those yoga classes with her fellow lecturers. Who knew that being an absolute butt slut could be so physically demanding? Eventually, Amandine hauled herself out of bed, plugging in her phone before calling her mother back. The conversations were blessedly brief, her excuses for being late believable - she'd simply overslept after a long day of studying the previous day.
Yes, there had been a little partying in the evening, but nothing too wild, she assured her mom. Still, the older woman's concern was palpable. Was Amandine being careful? Of course, she replied, but at twenty-nine and married, her mother's treating her like a kid sometimes annoyed the hell out of her. 'Good thing you can't get pregnant from back door action, the gorgeous stacked French beauty mused inwardly.
Amandine would have felt more guilty if she hadn't accepted that it was time her parents got to grips with the idea she wasn't a little girl anymore, whether they liked it or not. She was growing, she was changing - that's why she had chosen to deliver lectures in African campuses and teaching at remote villages as a volunteer to make a difference instead of remaining in her fly over country. If only her parents knew she was now offering her body like a free use dirty slut to African campus students complete strangers with the complicity of her fellow besties teachers, all members of the 'White Sluts for Africa' club.
It had taken her a while to realize that too. But she would not tell her mom any of that. She'd feel worse if she upset her parents over a little something like a missed call because of oversleeping a Saturday hangover. She definitely didn't want to go into details. If her parents knew what she had really been up to, they might be able to contact the Zululand campus officials. "No Mum, I promise I didn't spend the evening with a bunch of African campus students I barely know, getting passed around like a tithing basket, getting back side ravaged."
