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Roleplay With Me: School Girl Fantasies
Emily hops up from her school desk and catches India giving her that look. Same one that says Emily's acing more than just trigonometry. Emily steps right up, chest out, voice low, asking if India wants to fuck later. India hesitates, spits out the usual excuses: can't mess around at school, can't risk the marriage. But Emily’s got that fuck-me grin and a one-track mind, so India finally caves and tells her to come over after the bell rings. India gets home, pacing, and in strolls Dava wearing knee-highs and a skirt so short it should be illegal. Wife’s obviously gunning for a little role-play, and India’s half-hard at the sight of it, half-terrified Dava might catch on about the side piece. Dava teases, tugs at India’s shirt, but right when things heat up, knuckles rap the front door. Emily’s on the step, already pawing at India, who yanks her into the spare room to shut her up. India bounces between both of them, Dava starving for attention, Emily feral and ready. Dava’s blindfolded before she knows what’s next, and suddenly Emily’s tongue is lapping at her cunt like she’s starved. When the blindfold slips, Dava clocks the whole scene, screams bloody murder at India, then drags Emily onto the bed, hell-bent on getting even. Hate sex turns messy, India gets pulled back in, and the three of them end up tangled, biting, grinding, and licking until they’re coming loud enough to rattle the windows. Maybe the marriage survives, maybe the thrill doesn’t; hard to tell when everyone’s still half-naked and breathing fire.
Emily hops up from her school desk and catches India giving her that look. Same one that says Emily's acing more than just trigonometry. Emily steps right up, chest out, voice low, asking if India wants to fuck later. India hesitates, spits out the usual excuses: can't mess around at school, can't risk the marriage. But Emily’s got that fuck-me grin and a one-track mind, so India finally caves and tells her to come over after the bell rings. India gets home, pacing, and in strolls Dava wearing knee-highs and a skirt so short it should be illegal. Wife’s obviously gunning for a little role-play, and India’s half-hard at the sight of it, half-terrified Dava might catch on about the side piece. Dava teases, tugs at India’s shirt, but right when things heat up, knuckles rap the front door. Emily’s on the step, already pawing at India, who yanks her into the spare room to shut her up. India bounces between both of them, Dava starving for attention, Emily feral and ready. Dava’s blindfolded before she knows what’s next, and suddenly Emily’s tongue is lapping at her cunt like she’s starved. When the blindfold slips, Dava clocks the whole scene, screams bloody murder at India, then drags Emily onto the bed, hell-bent on getting even. Hate sex turns messy, India gets pulled back in, and the three of them end up tangled, biting, grinding, and licking until they’re coming loud enough to rattle the windows. Maybe the marriage survives, maybe the thrill doesn’t; hard to tell when everyone’s still half-naked and breathing fire.