“Mr. Stafford, that’s the wrong hole!” Alecia said.

Mr. Stafford laughed for a minute but continued to slowly shove his cock deeper into her tight, teen asshole. “You eighteen-year-olds are all so funny. Sweetie, there’s no such thing as a ‘wrong hole,’ because any hole a man decides to fuck, is the right hole.” he said, finally thrusting the rest of his rod deep into her stretched-out asshole.

She screamed into the couch cushion and then looked back up at him, her mascara running in streams down her face, “O- Okay. Sorry, Mr. Stafford. I didn’t know that.”

“It’s okay. You have plenty of time for me to teach you.”