Scholatsic Business
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"You, Mr.Horan, are a dirty little slut for me, aren't you baby?" I moan as he yanks my neck to the side roughly, sucking and biting marks into my pale skin. "I don't know, nor do I care how you were in your old school. You're in my school now. And you're gonna play by my rules. Got it?" Mr. Malik growled in my ear, causing me to shiver as he licked the shell. "Good boy. Now strip."
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