Whose photo is it?
Tamara's
A quick check and I see Tamara's sent me a picture. I excuse myself to the bathroom and find a stall.
She was wearing a very inviting outfit today. - I mumble to myself as I click open.
At first I have a little trouble understanding the picture. It looked like a close-up. But it wasn't. Tamara laid her on the ground right beneath her legs. Then she set a timer and widened her stance. The result was an upskirt where her black, tiny panties were in clear sight.
The small mound of her pussy shapely and tightly hugged by the fabric. Tamara's thighs, toned and tanned making it a great shot. Her juicy latina ass was almost entirely swallowing the backside of her panties, only a thin stripe visible.
Tamara knew from our last encounter that I had a thing for asses, and hers in particular. So I guess she popped it to make it extra juicy for the selfie. She's standing inside a bathroom stall much like myself.
I never wanted to be a phone so bad in my life! - I comment in the chat. - That deserves a: 6 for creativity, a 6 for sensuality and a 3 for boldness. Not a bad start!
I come back to class and inadvertently see three panties on display from sitting students. Shaking my head I go back to the board to finish up some exercises.
Soon the class ends and I go back to my lair upstairs. As soon as I walk in my phone buzzes.
Who is it now?
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