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Hello everyone, my name is Lisa. I am 15 years old. Once I went to school once, it was about 8:04. It was still dark outside, there was fog and the moon was shining. I did not want to go to school today, because I have to clean the 13th classroom (the classroom office). But this was a plus, because I am not alone on duty, but with my classmate Sasha. During the lessons I constantly caught Sasha’s strange look at me. After the lessons, Sasha and I took the keys from the staff room from the 13th cabinet and went to clean up. As soon as I entered, Sasha quickly took out the keys from the keyhole and locked the door from the inside with a key. I quickly turned around, and Sasha put the keys on the desk, came up to me and kissed me on the lips. I never expected this and broke the kiss. I asked him: - What are you doing ?! He answered me: - I want you .. These words scared me, to be honest .. He began to undress me. I resisted, but Sasha was stronger than I thought. He literally tore off my panties, quickly undressed, clung to me on the desk and put his cock in my pussy. I screamed, but Sasha just pressed me to the desk and began to move quietly, picking up the pace. The pain was instant and I was pleased. Sasha began to fuck me deeper, faster and faster picking up the pace. In the end, he pulled out his dick and finished it on my back. Then he put his friend in my ass and began to move again quietly, then gathering, then slowing down the pace. It hurt and I screamed. Sasha told me: “Does it hurt? Well, get used to it! "And went even deeper. Then he pulled out of me a member, turned me to him and finished me right on the chest. After that we got dressed, cleaned up and went home together. Now we often fuck at school ..

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