Chapter 8
by 
knurpslquorg
Is she serious?
Obviously
Before I could say anything, she pushed me back to her room.
"I know most of the boys are different - but I need a bit of comfort to play with myself. The tea is on the table. help yourself..." She laid down on her bed and began to touch her tits and her cunt with her hands.
I sat down, naked as I was, enjoying the spectacle. And while Ayaka stroked herself to the verge of a climax, life returned into my rod...
What's next?
This is my attempt of a translation of my german story "Im Internat" - mostly done via google translate, so if you spot errors or if something can be said better - feel free to comment.
Updated on May 21, 2019
by knurpslquorg
Created on Dec 6, 2017
by knurpslquorg
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