There is no foreplay.
A bent-over body spreads legs.
How did I let this happen? I think before lust betrays me.
A seasoned cock stretches a tight, young pussy before the real fuck begins. Strong emotions fuel the pounding. The desk screeches with each thrust, like nails on a chalkboard, masking our moans. Cock pummels. Pussy grips. Eruption. We cum together dismissing for a moment why we are here.
“Now you will forget you found the video?” I ask, zipping my trousers.
“What video?” she says as she struts out of my classroom, relishing in her first ‘A’ in blackmail.
