Mr. Chelsea was shaking with fear now. Jones replied “Well, your answers and work were all the exact same as Jenny Schaffer.” “How could that be?” asked Chelsea. Jones’ cock getting harder as he fucked her face. Her pussy juices were dripping onto the floor! She gave up trying to suppress the pleasure, she lust let it come. Jones didn’t stop. She got the whole thing in once before gagging again. Even more pussy juice flooded her cunt, making the pool on the floor grow even larger. “Well, I guess I could give you an extra credit assignment. Chelsea sat there, anxiously awaiting the chance to leave. She gave up trying to suppress the pleasure, she lust let it come. And as much as she tried to contain it, she was flooded with pleasure. Jones said “Chelsea, would you come here for a minute?” Reluctantly, Chelsea obliged, and walked over to his desk.
