Fattorusso was left with a soft chubby belly. You would’ve made my tits as big as this room huh?”
I blushed. XXX Mrs. My fingers tweaked her pert nipples. Fattorusso’s body yet too aroused to truly care. Suddenly Mrs. Suddenly, Mrs. I thought it would be awful if liking a teacher was the reason why my grades dropped. It took every ounce of self-control in my body to keep myself from springing forward and having my way with the thick, curvy, goddess in front of me. Fattorusso demanded. You like making your teacher fat? “Ohhhh,” Mrs. Are you doing it on purpose? Her thighs were soaked with her juices. Her monumental melons stretched her shirt thin. She didn’t care so why should I? It appeared that as long as the word fat was uttered while touching her with my hands she would gain weight regardless of whether the word “fat” was alone or in another context
