Once Sakura had written I will not skip Literature with Mr. Avery one hundred times across a sheet of paper and taken two loads of my c*m, I set her on my desk, tucked myself away inside my pants, and leaned against the whiteboard to catch my breath.
I will not skip Literature with Mr. Avery With every single word she had written, I’d f****d her harder. I couldn’t help myself.
After telling me that she’d continue to be a brat and continue to tease me at school, she’d decided not to show up for my class this morning while attending her others. And that deserved more than this punishment.
I wanted to decorate her ass with red handprints, make her whimper for me to stop and beg me to let her come already. But if I kept her in here any longer, the janitor would show up and catch us. Whether
