Shameless Schoolgirl

Kyra Black looks dead set on winning the school’s unofficial slut crown, judging by that micro-skirt and even smaller top. The scraps hardly hide an inch of those plush curves. Good thing—keeping them under wraps would be criminal. And the girl’s no amateur between the sheets. Nothing on the syllabus prepared her for wrapping two hands around a stiff cock and stroking until the guy’s knees buckle, or for dropping to the floor, lips open, sucking greedily with sloppy little noises that echo off the lockers. She keeps perfect rhythm, tongue lapping at the vein on the underside, her throat taking every inch until spit strings swing between her chin and his balls, and she hums like it’s dessert. Kyra turns what started as a quickie in an empty classroom into a full-body, sweat-slick performance, always hungry for another round, another load, another boy who’ll walk away on shaky legs, wondering what the hell just happened.