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No matter how many time she washed, used and abused it, it had refused to break or even tear.
After getting up, shutting the door and pulling down the blinds, she sat down at Ino's desk.
She had long fantasized about Ino when she masturbated; not unusual considering she was head of the twice national cheerleading squad.
Pulling the main part of the desk to the right so she had room watch what she was doing, Tsunade got started by pouring baby oil down the exceptionally long sheath.
Her hair was long and flowing and her sweater was purposely pulled low to embarrass the male teachers with her cleavage.
Her cock twitched as she shifted her leg to a more comfortable position."Oh..." she moaned.
I am really grateful for all of you who have enjoyed my works over the years, I couldn't have done half of this without you. It was raining cats and dogs outside as Tsunade graded the latest exams her of her Accelerated Integrated Geometry students.
Sakura was wearing some khaki shorts and a graphic tee, her short bright pink hair cropped up with gel.
Finally the tallest girl, Ten-Ten, was wearing ultra skinny jeans with a black tee that had a skull in the middle of it.
Inside Tsunade's mind Ino was bouncing up and down on her cock as Tsunade roughly kneaded her nipples and spewed obscenities (our protagonist has a deep fetish for cursing during sex and actually devotes her bedtime masturbation time to testing out new words).
Tsunade soon felt the oh so familiar tightening in her balls and screamed as she came.