How can anyone focus on textbooks when you have Lena Paul’s plunging neckline just a few feet away? You’re memorizing, analyzing, critiquing, and those big naturals are barely contained by a thin piece of fabric. Oops. She dropped her pen. Accidentally, or whatever. Oh. It was just to flash her tight, wet, eager pussy in your face. You can almost taste her perfect juices sliding over your face, her muscles squeezing down on your cock. Oh, ignore the onlooker, we can get away with just a LITTLE hidden fun, can’t we?
