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"My question, Jordan." He nodded, leaning back on his chair. She put both of her elbows on the table and leaned over, placing her head into her hands, as she looked up at him, eyes twinkling with an air of assumed innocence. Her shirt bowed as the gravitational force of the table as it relaxed its vigil on her purity, the cloth parting to give Jordan a one-way ticket into the enticing tunnel created by her curvaceous breasts pressing together. "Have you been checking me out (like you were just before and are now) prior to today, or did I only spark your attention after you figured out I was masturbating in the ladies room after lunch?" she ventured, as his eyes snapped too late back to meet hers. He blinked twice and his eyes widened. What did she just say? He didnt believe the words that just came out of that little minxes mouth. Kayla's eyes twinkled with unsuppressed mirth, a look of unspoken victory that she knew Jordan would understand. Jordan raised his head and met her eyes with his. This indian was the way she wanted to play this? Okay, he’ll take her on. "Oh, no, I checked you out the first time I saw you. I quickly lost interest, though, because I didn't initially realise you were more than just a pretty young face with a body begging for a sexual harassment lawsuit. Turns out I was partly mistaken about that impression, though." He shrugged, his tone indifferent, as he acknowledged the point With zero fanfare, giving her nothing to exult over. "Partly?" she huffed, placing her hands on her hips. "Well I mean...I wasn't wrong about the pretty face or how much of a temptation you are, but honestly I didn't think you were worth the effort of pursuing. I assumed you'd already written me off as just some fat old dude." he said solemnly. A tinge of guilt ran across her face. She looked down at her feet, crushed. Her reverie was quickly smashed, though, as the sound of his amused sniggering cut through, and she realized that he was fucking with her. God FUCKING DAMMIT. She was sure she had him that time. And now her cheeks were flushing beet red. She could feel the now-familiar heat starting to build between her legs. Her mouth was dry, and she swallowed audibly, as she fidgeted in her chair, all things she knew vintage Jordan would not fail to notice. "Don’t worry, Kayla, I know that in reality you've pretty much written off everyone that you feel like you can control. They're just there to scratch itches for you..." Jordan's voice dimmed almost to a whisper as he leaned closer, "...but probably not itches like the one this conversation has you feeling right now." Her mouth was still dry, and she was starting to feel lightheaded, out of breath. She wanted to lick her lips, but she also didn't want to do anything that would act as evidence that he was right. She just glared at him in silence instead. Jordan didn't move his face away as he continued to look her in the eyes, seeing a positive turmoil of emotions raging in her big, expressive eyes. Those eyes, that if he stared into too long would envelop him in an emerald daze. Almost whispering, Jordan spoke his next question, the words imparting almost reluctantly on his lips. It was almost like there was a connection between her mind, titties and her tingling clit. “Come on guys, let’s go to the sauna, I need some relief and relaxation.” I lift just enough to pull his short and his boxer all way to floor. Jeff approached them and held out his hand for the camera. To make this look extra special . . . “Bloody Mary’s for everyone.” Cassy watched moaning and groaning as her father switched back to using her tongue to lick along and around her pussy. You’ve heard of the name, I’m sure—legendarily synonymous with Parisian high society. She screwed her eyes shut and replaced vintage her cries of agony with a furious growl. June still wasn’t at all sure what to do so she started to massage his shaft with her hands. Lucy and I went in to use the bathroom while Max stood guard. Then just two months ago and all out of the blue the headmaster had retired, just up and left the school and even the state. I felt her juicy pussy gush even more juices out indian of her cunt. The fear heightened my pleasure. I agreed. I added two slices of tomato and a slice of onion from the small plastic container she extracted from the basket, and munched on a dill pickle wedge.