His stern gaze fell on me. Hot, salty, delicious cum. “On your feet right now, young lady.” So stern. Even when I was in trouble, Mother would want me looking my best. Thompson strode up, glaring at the scattering boys then fixing his stern gaze on me, arms folded before him. Thompson needs to have his cock serviced.”
“Yes,” groaned Mr. “Shit,” groaned Max. He whipped out his dollar bill, far more confident than I would have imagined. “Cum in me, Daddy,” I moaned. Only Daddy fucked me for that cheap. “Aren’t I the best student?”
“The whorish,” he groaned, seizing my hips, pulling me to him. I gasped as Daddy rubbed his dick between the crack of my ass, sliding up and down, searching for my sphincter. It smothered my brain in bliss. I was just reaching into his underwear to free his dick, when an authoritative voice snarled, “Alexandra Powell, what are you doing?”
The boys fled, Peter holding up his slacks as he ran.
