Maia’s spanking sessions lasted the longest of all the girls and the teacher’s hand often lingered on her butt, sneaking in a squeeze or two between spanks while his power-trip bulge pushed against her squished breast. Her well-practiced walk minimized jiggling, but even the minimum was enough to turn boys into drooling dogs and send girls into unwarranted vengeful fits of jealousy. hqporner “It’s not mine,” Maia had said. Even her ass might have been part of the group text that organized it all. There must have been over a hundred new and old generations under one lid. That’s a spanking, Maia, you know that. “It’s not mine.”
“Talking without raising your hand? A phone, definitely not hers, given it was cold instead of body temperature, was fisted right up her ass
