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Naughty Schoolgirl Flirts In Uniform

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Little Caprice drops to her knees in a plaid skirt and tied top, right between your legs, close enough to fog your glasses. Glossy lips level with your cock, she smirks and mouths filthy notes like a bad girl cramming for a test. She taps her notebook against your thigh, lifts her skirt, and grinds that tight body while you stare at natural tits peeking from the loose knot. She licks her lips, puckers for quick steals, and keeps whispering what she wants you to do. You feel her breath as she inches closer, rubbing her chest on your lap, daring you to pull her top wide and shove your face in. You’re front row for her solo show, and she makes sure your cock twitches for every tease.

Caprice crawls up, elbows planted, arching that pale, toned frame so her small tits press right at your mouth. She toys with the bow, tugs it loose, lets the fabric fall so you get clean nipple. She traces your waistband, begs for a taste, then drags her tongue slow like she’s claiming you. You hold her head and she takes it, gagging herself, spit running, mascara safe but attitude filthy. She jerks and sucks, throat working until you’re ready to blow. Finish across her face or coat those lips and watch her swallow every drop. In passthrough VR, it’s inches from your face—no cutaways, just her bratty schoolgirl act locking you in while you use her mouth the way she keeps asking for.

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Little Caprice drops to her knees in a plaid skirt and tied top, right between your legs, close enough to fog your glasses. Glossy lips level with your cock, she smirks and mouths filthy notes like a bad girl cramming for a test. She taps her notebook against your thigh, lifts her skirt, and grinds that tight body while you stare at natural tits peeking from the loose knot. She licks her lips, puckers for quick steals, and keeps whispering what she wants you to do. You feel her breath as she inches closer, rubbing her chest on your lap, daring you to pull her top wide and shove your face in. You’re front row for her solo show, and she makes sure your cock twitches for every tease.

Caprice crawls up, elbows planted, arching that pale, toned frame so her small tits press right at your mouth. She toys with the bow, tugs it loose, lets the fabric fall so you get clean nipple. She traces your waistband, begs for a taste, then drags her tongue slow like she’s claiming you. You hold her head and she takes it, gagging herself, spit running, mascara safe but attitude filthy. She jerks and sucks, throat working until you’re ready to blow. Finish across her face or coat those lips and watch her swallow every drop. In passthrough VR, it’s inches from your face—no cutaways, just her bratty schoolgirl act locking you in while you use her mouth the way she keeps asking for.