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>You have a few classes with Gilda as well.
>In most of them the fertile-figured amazon of a slut sits next to you, making sure you can’t keep your eyes on the teacher.
>She’ll shift her position, yawn, and lean in you direction to give you an eyeful of jiggling flesh, or a veritable canyon of cleavage, or even leave a damp spot on your arm where her thimble-sized nipple brushed it.
>Once or twice she even sat there panting with a vibrator stuffed into her fat slick twat.
>But by far the most outstanding class of all is gym class.
>For some reason gym classes at CHS are co-ed, and Gilda’s taken full advantage of that to make sure you’re a pre-leaking mess.
>The sight of her baby-begging figure squeezed into a gym uniform sized for a regular-figured girl several sizes smaller is legendary.
>The top is entirely insufficient, and looks more like a soaked crop-top on her beachball-sized funbags. Her areolas even peek out the bottom.
>The gym shorts are no better, and might as well be made out of thin latex for all that they conceal. They look more like very tiny panties when squeezed between her globular buttocks, and her cameltoe (complete with quivering grape-sized clit) is squashed between her immense muscular thighs.
>It’s basketball this month, and there is a lot more bouncing (and a lot more dribbling) than is normal for a class like this.
>The seven-foot (and a half) slut finally takes a break from her relentless teasing to play seriously. Not that that changes anything.
>After running circles around your entire team, she’s worked up quite a sweat, and is dripping enough milk and perspiration to render her entirely slick.
>As class ends though, she’s back in business as she pulls you into the shower room. She says she full up top and demands a quick draining before next period. Consider it a reward for good conduct in the court.
