by Thorilla
I love the idea of being squatted on by a girl in a pleated short skirt. I fancy her lowering herself on my face until her knicker crotch sits on my nose. Ideally, her knickers should be turned inside out so that the stains touch my face. Sheer heaven, soft, warm and smelly.
I was jacking of in petticoats while reading this story,
Delightfully kinky introduction and warm-up for whatever follows "Ingrid shook me by the penis," a sentence filled with promise. The cast of academy girls does an admirable job of ticking the partner diversity boxes in all the right places. In jest, my only criticism is my great doubt that any active male ever said, wrote or thought "I was forced reluctantly into the girls' communal sleeping area."