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Pretty Teacher
She starts her mundane life each day
With coffee and some toast
Her daily grind might seem dry
But, it's so much better than most
Her kids in class are pleasures
She keeps them entertained
They come each day to learn from her
She’s the best in school, they claim
Finally when she’s fully drained
She meets the end of day
Her fiancé makes an evening meal
And then they start to play
Yes, teacher goes to recess, too
It happens every night.
The kids would be amazed at her
She fucks with all her might
Recess lasts an hour or two
And then it’s time for bed
When the bell rings time to go
She finishes him with head
Next morning she will greet her class
All smiles and wholesome face
She kneels before a little boy
And ties his loose shoelace
He looks into her sparkling eyes
The prettiest he’s ever seen
Then she pats his leg and says,
“Today we’ll write about dreams.”
With coffee and some toast
Her daily grind might seem dry
But, it's so much better than most
Her kids in class are pleasures
She keeps them entertained
They come each day to learn from her
She’s the best in school, they claim
Finally when she’s fully drained
She meets the end of day
Her fiancé makes an evening meal
And then they start to play
Yes, teacher goes to recess, too
It happens every night.
The kids would be amazed at her
She fucks with all her might
Recess lasts an hour or two
And then it’s time for bed
When the bell rings time to go
She finishes him with head
Next morning she will greet her class
All smiles and wholesome face
She kneels before a little boy
And ties his loose shoelace
He looks into her sparkling eyes
The prettiest he’s ever seen
Then she pats his leg and says,
“Today we’ll write about dreams.”
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