How much perfection’s packed in one hot little teen

She walks in wearing that plaid skirt, socks rolled down, lips glossed and hungry. Teacher’s out—just her and the desk, legs spread slow, pussy glistening. She doesn’t ask for permission. She takes it. Doggystyle on the textbooks, riding hard till the chair squeals. No one’s watching… but everyone’s imagining. That’s the kind of perfection that makes you forget your own name.