描述: Model: ms paige (size 9) [log date: 2023-03-06] continuing on from the ms paige returns interview/dickflash, that flare of authority makes another appearance. there's an unintentionally, subtle.. sternness, to the overall tone as she, taking it upon herself, instructs me to take a seat and get comfortable. judging from how hard headed i actually was in school, i might as well have been wearing 3 or 4 "student of the month" badges with how swiftly i hop to. we open on that scene transition. there's a pleasant signsong to her voice as she chatters on about her flats of choice for the classroom. i nervously twiddle with angles. attempting to mask a level of vulnerability onset by our current front facing positions. the direct openness of it strikes a nerve; one born of now long distant deviances and haunting daydreams from my youth. always of some older, straight edge, authoritative mature women - typically casted from a roster of teachers, soccermoms/neighbors, that one lady with the heelpop from costco - setting me down after my hasty dashes to their house from the bus to sternly milk the rod to mush of whatever buildup i had that day. entire routes home have been spent gazing off out the window. praying the bookbag in the lap trick didn't arouse suspicion, lost in perverted longing. believe me when i say, i can't help but get a slight stomach knotting rush taking in the final moments before the scene begins. it goes unnoticed as ms paige nonchalantly continues chatting while cuffing her khaki office slacks before crossing at the soles across my crotch. i look her over. taking in the micro-reactions across her blushed face. how her frame and stature rest in the office chair. the fact that this lady was legit not only a career educator but involved in law as well and nonetheless was back to eager wrap those mature soles around me, some random guy that dared approach her at walmart. it all swirls into a blur of tv static before going mute. i'm ready. mt first order of business is prompting her to distract herself with whatever she feels comfortable doing. she elects to continue reading, picking up a yellow paperback textbook. it's title prominently reads "... law." i surrender to the surreal yet again and allow the goon-mode drives to begin engaging. rod rudely leant to the side, throbbing to mast as i bold face glare at her faintly calloused heel and admire the sunkissed curves and wrinkles sweeping across her arch. my first round of gusto surges forth lending courage enough to prompt her to take a solid look just as the rod begins leaking. confirming she can feel the pearls of fluid getting smeared and scrubbed onto her heel. not falling too short of a game of tug-o-war, we take turns coaxing away at the frustration. i would squirm and struggle to plow those arches while juggling angles. ms paige would roll and flop the rod about before standing it upright and working it over. the books and reading is long forgotten. the shoot highlights with her.. actually? i'll let the preview do the rest.
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