Timmy looked down at Thomas as he felt him push his belly into his hands, “you want me to touch it, huh?”, he asked, trailing his finger along the popped bellybutton, knowing it was sensitive. Timmy then moved on to begin to pump in and out of his teachers loosening hole, hearing the squelching noises as the slick dripping out of Thomas’s arse. “Look at how reactive you are”, Timmy groaned, finding it attractive.
Timmy slapped Thomas’s large belly, “who does this belong to?”, he asked, wanting to hear him moan his name. He rammed himself extra hard as the teacher answered, wanting to hear him whine. The noises of the bed squeaking filled the room, representing how harshly he was moving.
Timmy slapped Thomas’s large belly, “who does this belong to?”, he asked, wanting to hear him moan his name. He rammed himself extra hard as the teacher answered, wanting to hear him whine. The noises of the bed squeaking filled the room, representing how harshly he was moving.