Teacher's special homework

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"Fuck me, Doc. C'mon, put in what I need. I'll bet you're scared to," she taunted.

I gazed down at her lush, ripe fifteen-year-old body – the full breasts and rounded hips with their exciting triangle of hair standing out against the creamy whiteness of her skin, and I knew, just as sure as the sun would rise in the East, that I was going to fuck the hell out of her.

I gently stroked and pried apart the pink, tender lips of her cunt, and let my finger stray up to her clitoris. As I massaged it softly but rapidly, her eyes closed and a dreamy smile played over her lips.

"Ooooh, that's good, Doc. Yes. Yes, right there! Keep that up and I'll rape you." She opened her eyes and smiled up at me. "Let's race to see who rapes who."

Her hand strayed over the edge of the examining table and rubbed my crotch, which was already beginning to bulge. "Hey! Old Doc's getting horny. Wow! That's a big one. Let's have a party. C'mon, please!" She was writhing on the table now, and begging.

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