You accidently pressed the parental filter on the remote and end up on a sunny suburban street in front of a white house with a picket fence. The door swings open and a teenage girl runs out to greet you. ¨Are you Rocky? My SAT prep coach?¨ You nod a little confused as she swiftly grabs you by the hand and leads you inside practically throwing you into the stairs as she slams the door. She looks out the window looking back and forth.
¨What´s going on?¨ you ask as she turns back to you, you see her nice breasts in a light purple shirt, short skirt and chunky sandals.
¨Louis said that it would come when I least expect it.¨ She turned to the opening just beyond the door and guided you up the stairs. ¨Sorry about that, my brother thinks he´s quite the comedian.¨ You nod as you walk into her bedroom and sit on a chair near her bed as she takes a chair at her desk.
¨I´m sorry, I´m not normally this informal.¨ you look at her closet that´s open full of plain colored shirts, black pants and black dress shoes. You nod and tell her it´s quite alright then she insists you get down to ¨business¨. She sits down and as she does so, her legs are spread apart and you get a peak up her skirt but you see something you definitely weren’t expecting. Between her legs she wasn’t wearing any underwear and had a huge floppy dick in her skirt, it looked as thick as a soda can and as the light hit it right her freshly shaved balls dangled off of her chair. You snapped out of it when she crosses her legs and hands you a paper.
¨I can´t seem to get a perfect score on the practice tests. I think these similes really slow me down and I think I don´t have enough time at the end and rush.¨ She uncrosses her legs and you see her dick creeping to the edge of her skirt, a vein starting to show toward the head. The chair creeks a little and Ren jumps out of her seat. Nothing happens as you lean back to avoid getting slapped by her huge sausage as it bounced up from under her skirt as you hear her balls slapping against her thighs.
¨Louis!?¨ She calls out as she strides toward the door and throw it open glancing both ways down the hall and comes back in. ¨Sorry, where were we?¨ she sits back down and plays with her dress to conceal her third leg. The foreskin covered end hanging out as it’s longer than the rim of her skirt. It´s clearly bothering her as she shifts in her chair. As you look up she mutters ¨Louis¨ under breath as...
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