Charming Homemade Real American Indian Student Loves Bang (new)

Olivia Wilde. Phil’s smile didn’t wane. Olivia had… a weird take, on just about everything, but sometimes he needed to live in a world other than his own. Maybe she’d know what he should do, homemade and even if she didn’t, she’d certainly know another way to take his mind off of things. He called her up, putting the phone to his ear and waiting patiently, until he heard the standard ‘leave a message’ line coming from the phone. Phil hung up and stared at his phone for a few seconds, before opening up his messages and indian deciding to be bold. Youre home, right? Im coming over. Got a lot on my mind and need to talk Phil turned off his phone, gathered sexy his stuff, locked the room and made a beeline for his car. Olivia of all people appreciated guys that made the first move so today, that’s what he was going to do. The cool air felt good on real his face as he left the school out of the back entrance, towards the carpark. Phil heard snickering behind him. “Got some boots to lick, Mr. President?” Phil didn’t even need to turn around to know who that was. “Go to hell, Pierce.” he replied, not bothering to stop. He heard student Pierce approach him from behind. Pierce was one of those types - the bad boys, the edgy ones, the ones that thought smoking cigarettes and getting expelled from several middle schools was a badge of honor. “Wanna know what happened today? You missed something big. There w-” Phil stopped to put a hand on Pierce’s chest. “No offense, Pierce, but I’m really busy, and I don’t give a shit.” Pierce swatted away Phil’s hand in disgust. “‘Care about the students,’ my fuckin’ ass.” he grumbled, walking away. Pierce sometimes liked to corner Phil and talked to him about how the students of his school were actually delinquents and misbehaved and all that, but Phil knew that he was making the school better, not worse - jading him was completely pointless and didn’t help anything. Annoyed by the distraction, Phil made his way to his car and started to make his way towards Olivia’s house. Phil had been there a few times before, usually to have sex or some kind of foreplay with her, and she gave him the open invitation to come anytime, so here he was, even if this wasn’t necessarily for the reason Olivia had in mind. He knew her parents wouldn’t be home yet but the door would be unlocked, so after giving a couple courtesy knocks, he invited himself in, and immediately heard the sounds. He already knew what those sounds meant - he went to parties before, for God’s sake - but for some strange reason, he was dreading them. A repeated slamming, grunting, occasional high-pitched moaning. Olivia was having sex with someone. This should have been the point when Phil turned around and left, but consequences be damned, Phil pressed on, listening for the sounds and eventually finding her getting pounded in the living room, on the couch. Phil didn’t know who the hell he was expecting - if it were Adam, he knew he’d have a heart attack on the spot - but from the back he discovered it was Thomas, the captain of the school’s Boxing Club. Even from behind it was easy to tell it was Thomas - Hazelwood was in a pretty white neighborhood, so there were only about seven male black students, and none of them were as muscular as Thomas. Phil knew he shouldn’t have, but he felt more than a twinge of jealousy. He clearwed his throat, the sound getting drowned out by the two fiercely fucking, and decided to roar, out of nowhere, “What the fuck is this?!” “Woah!” Thomas immediately reacted by jumping up and turning around to face Phil, his hands covering his junk. "I learned about the magic mirror and stole it from a mage since it is the key to gaining marvelous power and holds the ability to transfer your essence to a new body. “Do you feed your Beagle steroids?” Misty asked, smiling. "Love you too," I replied, feeling ever so slightly less homesick. Fuck knows what the neighbours make indian of this and who cares? “Oh my god, Mike, YES!” she exclaimed, jumping down and tackling him to the floor. In the 3 weeks we’d been in the house we had walked in on each other homemade masturbating far too many times. That pressure on my chest relaxed. I know there is blood. He stood, lifting me…we embraced…”Some enchanting evening” the sky was pink…he removed my top…my breasts pressed against student sexy his nakedness…I pulled at his shorts and he peeled them off, he pushed my bottoms down…we were two hot naked lovers, our flesh meeting…he was stiff and hot on me…I reached down…he pulled us into the pool, beneath the waters, our bodies joining and up…kissing now…our tongues…our bodies..he lifted me to the shore and on my blanket. We started to make out and I moved to Viola’s breasts. I just wished real Anna could see that. Luckily for me, though, it actually worked. The tiger then rolled back on it’s side with its back up against the glass. “President Futa!”