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Sabrina
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MOVIE AREA DESCRIPTION: Sabrina is one of those incredibly beautiful young women, part French and part Asian, who is made for sex. She’s simply perfect and enjoys giving pleasure as this high resolution, high quality series demonstrates. Sabrina gives a great blowjob and is able to not only enjoy anal sex but relishes it. Her pussy is a work of art and her demeanor is always feminine, hungry, and with the young and vitality to keep you wanting more. Windows Media format, high resolution 720x480 and 1.5 mb/second video rate make this near DVD quality.
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| It was a hot evening and I was not ready or willing to do anything anyone told me to do. I was my own boss and to be honest, great looking. Is that such a crime. Anyway, lit a cig and I tugged some silky fabric over my head and tossed it across the room. It lands on Joel's crotch. Perfect aim. He blushes and those giant ears go red. What a fucking cutie. I'd like to get off this desk and go and sit on his face right now. I'll bet those big, plush teenage lips are perfect for eating- "And the bra," Professor Thomas demands. I like this. I like being his teenage bitch for the day. This is kind of hot. Who knew college would be such fun, right? My parents said, "Here's $20 fucking grand, get the screw out" and I said, fine. College. Woo. I get an apartment, you get rid of me. Seems like a fair fucking deal to me. I can screw and suck all I want out of your sight, you think I'm 'getting an education' and we all die happy. That's right, let's all die teenage and happy. I'd like to die with Professor Thomas, err, Aaron lodged deep inside my pussy. "Shit," I hear Joel rasp and it brings my attention back to the two men. Professor Thomas is slumped down in his chair, watching me, eating me slowly with his eyes. There's a definite bulge forming in his khakis. I like it. I'm gonna suck that cock so fucking good, he's gonna promote me straight to the head of the fucking class. And Joel, he'll fucking- What is he doing? I eye him curiously. He's leaned back in his chair, bulge in his pants equally as impressive as the one in the professor's. But he's got his hand over the fabric of his pants and he's rubbing. What the fuck? That's not in the rules, schoolboy. You gotta wait until you're given permission! Just like I fucking- "screw her," Professor Thomas interrupts, smirking first at me, and then at Joel, who is entirely lost in his own little world. He doesn't even snap out of it til Aaron taps him on the arm and laughs. "Go screw her, Joel." Fucking finally! I squeal with delight as Joel steps away from his chair and comes forward. He looks confused, like he's not certain this is the right move. Maybe he's embarrassed? Maybe he's some teenage farm kid from Nebraska, all perplexed that he's now in the big city and there's a naked slut sitting waiting for him to screw her good. Maybe I need to help the kid out. Poor kid. Pathetic look in his eyes, big red ears, and a giant fucking hard-on trying to escape his pants. I better fucking intervene before I die of lack of sex. Is that even possible? Hmm. Shudder. I don't even fucking want to find out. "Go on, Joel," Professor Thomas urges. I turn to stare at him and holy fucking shit! He's unzipped his khakis and pulled out his cock. It's fucking beautiful. What a fucking- "You sure?" Joel questions and I snap my attention back to him. He takes a giant breath and I nod. "You sure you want this?" he repeats, beginning to pull that fucking sweater vest over his head. I nod again, but he can't see me. So I decide to be a little less subtle, and I start helping out. Faster he's undressed, the faster I get fucked, right in my tight pussy. I figure he doesn't want to lose this dress shirt, it's kinda nice. Hurley? Who the screw knew they made dress shirts. I'm undoing the buttons and he's unzipping his pants. They're very very very hot beautiful feminine girl loose, he could probably just push them off. "You can push the shit off the desk," Professor Thomas rasps. He's obviously about as fucking ready as I am right now. Maybe he'll screw me after schoolboy. They can pass me around; make me their screw toy for the evening. That'd be divine. Schoolboy leans forward, and I realize we're perfectly aligned. He whispers in my ear and I feel the tip of his erection gently nudge at my entrance. "You're sure you want this, Susan?" I nod and run my fingernails down his back. "screw me already, would you?" "The hot beautiful feminine girl wants it," Professor Thomas hisses. I stare over Joel's shoulder to see him working his own erection, slowly moving his right hand up and down the large shaft. It's large. It's beautiful. I want it inside me. "You will," he grins, as if reading my mind. "You'll fucking beg for it." I was going to nod, but Joel chooses that moment to push fully inside my pussy. Fuck. I toss my head back and moan. Fuck. He's big. Little fucker. Who would have thought? I guess it was the sweater vest. Who'd think a sweater vest connotates a large cock? Certainly not I. He's not huge, but he's endowed. And I've got him deep inside me. Whose won lotto today? Fuck. Susie has. I lean back on the desk, trying to pivot my teenage hips toward Professor Thomas. I'll bet he can see Joel working in and out of my body, see his cock stretching my little pussy and tugging softly at my labia. Mmm, yeah. You like that, Professor Thomas? I'll bet you fucking do, Aaron. I'll bet you're fucking beating your beautiful cock so fucking hard right now. Because he's pounding me good. I'm gonna pinch my fucking nipples and palm my fucking tits and scream his name. I'll bet that'll make you jealous. I'll bet you're gonna push schoolboy off of me any second and claim me, because you're the fucking teacher, Aaron. You know you want to fucking- "Suck it," he demands and I glance upward. He's standing over me. I'm sprawled across the desk, head leaning over the edge. My legs are wrapped around Joel's waist, pulling him in closer, making him screw me harder. Aaron's standing there, by my head, his cock just inches from my teenage lips. It's beautiful. I want to taste it. I'm going to taste it. He places his hand gently underneath my head and helps me lift up, and then my tongue sucks softly on the head. He growls. What a beautiful noise. Deep and primal. I love it. "screw me harder," I demand before running my tongue down Aaron's shaft. He grins, reaching down to touch my breasts. Joel thrusts harder, obeying my demand and I can already tell that he's close to the edge. He's got that twitch, that tick that says, girl, I'm gonna explode. Yeah, Joely, explode. I don't fucking care. I've got my fucking Trigonometry teacher's cock in my fucking mouth and it tastes like fucking cotton candy and salt and I just want to stay here forever. On this desk. Maybe I can bring Professor Thomas to Human Sexuality with me. We'll get a fucking A. I'll ace that shit. "So fucking...close....must...." Joel hisses and then, he's exploding. I feel it coating my insides and I purr, vibrations soaring up into Professor Thomas and he flinches with another growl. Fuck, are all professors this fucking hot? This guy's fucking hot as fuck. Those fucking hairy, milky white thighs are just begging for me to bounce off them and ride his fucking cock inside my pussy." "Sit up," he demands and I pull away from Joel, his softening cock falls out of my body slowly and he sighs, stepping back. "Thanks," I mouth to him and he blushes. The ears are red again. Fuck, he's precious. I want to keep this kid. Professor Thomas sits down in his chair, and I realize he's only wearing his denim shirt and it's fully unbuttoned. His chest is broad, largely devoid of hair. I like that- smooth like Joel. Except for a dark trail of hair around his belly button that leads down toward my goal. Joel didn't have that, I realize. He shaves. It dawns on me and I turn back to watch him pulling his boxers and slacks back on. Fucking nerdy ass schoolboy shaves. What the fuck? That's a shocker. "Sit on me," Professor Thomas interrupts and I turn. He's in the chair, cock saluting me for my efforts. It's big. It's fucking beautiful. Alright, it's not like fucking Ron Jeremy big, but it's big, okay? At least he looks one hundred fucking times better than Ron Jeremy. I'll forego a couple inches as long as I can look at the guy without retching. Professor Thomas, he's a good eight inches, and thick. Fucking thick. We like that. Men, hot beautiful feminine hot beautiful feminine girl like the girth. It's all about the girth. And he's a fatty. I'm gonna smoke his fatty, too. Take that as you like it. "Sit down, Susie," he repeats, urgency in his voice. I wanna fucking throw myself onto that pole, but I don't. I stand up and approach slowly, trying to tease. I realize I'm only teasing myself, because screw it, I want to sit on that fat cock right this second. He smirks, reaching a hand out and tugging gently at my hip. "Come fucking sit on it now," he growls. That voice, it's fucking heaven on earth, surely. I want him to read me naughty stories as I fall asleep every night, I want to bottle it up and keep it between my- "I'll call you," Joel calls softly, grabbing his stupid messenger bag and walking softly toward the door. I nod and we keep silent till he's closed it over again. Fuck, it's not locked. This just gets more and more beautiful. What I wouldn't pay to have the fucking Dean walk in right this second and see me riding my fucking Trigonometry professor. I'd pay for that shit. This is a fucking Catholic college. She'd fucking shit a rosary. "Not like that," Professor Thomas interrupts, pulling me up as I try to sink down onto his cock. I stare at him, and he turns me to face the door. "Face the wall," he directs me. Then there's a gentle pressure on my ass. Fuck, he's not going to- "And it's going in there," he growls. Holy shit. Holy fuck. I think I'm in love. "I'm gonna screw your ass, Susie," he purrs into my ear. I know I need a fucking towel between my fucking legs now because, holy shit, I am wetter than the fucking Pacific and- "Joel got your pussy," he continues as he lowers me with his left hand on my hip and his right holding his cock in place. "I get your ass." "Fuck," I hiss as he lowers me slowly. He's big. This will hurt. I think I'm gonna fucking cum on the spot, because I fucking love pain. Bring it on. "You've been a very, very bad student," he growls as I feel the head pop inside the tight muscles of my body. I want to jump back up, the pain is sharp and sudden. But his large hand holds me in place. I hiss at the sensation. It fucking hurts. It fucking hurts so fucking good. "You need to be punished," he moans as he pushes me down and an inch sinks in. "You need to be taught a fucking lesson." Another inch. Fuck, this burns. "I should spank you, Susie. Do you like to be spanked?" I would answer that, Aaron, but I'm biting my fucking lip to keep from crying out as you force another two inches into my burning ass. It's so fucking tight. I've never been with someone your size like this. I think I feel tears in my eyes. Fuck. I want you to force me down and I'll fucking scream. I'll fucking scream and then you'll pound into me and make me fucking bleed. Shit, this dry shit hurts. "So fucking tight," he growls as I feel his balls nestle into my ass. "So fucking tight and so fucking young. Susie, you're such a fucking slut." I laughed at this and toss my head back onto his shoulder, staring into his eyes, glossed over with lust. This fucking hurts. I'll bet I'm bleeding. Shit, this is beautiful. He pushed me up a bit and a hissing breath escapes before he slams me back down. Fuck. That's gonna leave marks. I can't help but love this shit, I can't stop playing with my tits. Fuck, you see what you do to me, Professor Thomas? I'd fucking- "Fuck," he growls and I feel his balls tense. That's it, it's over. We're so close. I force myself up with a hiss and then slam back down, and he let's go. Fuck, it fucking burns. Shit. I dunno if I'm going to be able to sit for another week. I think he's aware, cause he pulls me up slowly and cradles me in his arms. He stands up, pressing me to his chest and I suddenly feel like a child. Protected, comforted. He grins. "You are going to make this semester the best of my fucking career, Susan Havers," he smirks, planting me softly onto the ground and pulling me against his chest. His fingers run through my hair and he sighs. "I hope I didn't-" "You didn't," I grin. He nods, a slight blush creeping over his cheeks. He bends down, locates my clothing and hands it to me gently before blushing again. "That was amazing." "I agree," I nod, pulling my skirt up and untangling my bra from the tiny camisole. "I think Trig is going to be my favorite course this semester, Professor Thomas." He laughs at this, and ruffles my hair softly. "Call me, Aaron." "Okay, Aaron," I smirk. He reaches down and begins pulling on his pants. I'm sad to see him redress, I kind of like him better naked. Of course, I usually feel that way about people, huh girl: people are better naked. He realizes I'm watching him, and he raises an eyebrow. "So Professor...Aaron," I grin. "Do you do that often?" He shakes his head slowly. "Yes and no." "Care to explain?" I taunt, as I shift my breasts into place inside my bra and tug my shirt back over my head. "Here's my card," he smirks, handing me a parched white business card with only a phone number centered in the middle. No name. No address. No business. Nothing. "Call me sometime." "You a fucking drug dealer?" I question with a laugh, as I search for my purse. It's in the chair that Joel vacated. God, schoolboy, you really are a sweetheart. Placing my purse back into a safe spot. What's with you? And why'd you leave right when the party was only young? Professor Thomas laughs and tosses himself back into his chair. He begins rearranging his desk and smirks up at me. "No, Susie, I'm not a drug dealer." I nod. "Call me sometime," he repeats. I nod and head towards the door. "Thanks," I smile. "That was fucking-" "Amazing," he nods. I close the door behind me and skip down the hall toward the Ladies Room. Fuck. That was fucking....fuck. I've got pussy juice on my skirt. Shit. Now I'm fucking Monica Lewinsky. And it's only the second day of class. Shit, this is gonna be a great fucking semester. I love college! |