She hadn’t felt a thing and had no idea how long she’d been walking around like that on her back. Chloe’s face clouded as the cause of the headmaster’s irritation was revealed in the mirror. A dozen raking strokes threatened to pierce her womb before the prop came with a mighty roar, his spunk flooding her box. Chloe wrapped two pairs of tiny fingers around the thick slabs of meat and stroked defly, in rhythm with her sucking. Mason sighed long and hard. A tiny whimper slipped from her pursed lips as she waited in heightened anticipation. To make matters worse, a huge shower of rain fell. He seemed to be coming round to her way of thinking, assisted no doubt by her personable demeanour and pretty persuasion. “Sorry Sir. Despite two hours of being fucked relentlessly, sadly Chloe had still to cum. “You looked like you were enjoying yourself too much to me.”
Chloe said nothing, looking embarrassedly to the floor. Some little swine had inked a swastika on the back. —
The pretty teacher cried out loud,
