If I was him, I would have dumped you too.” Matthew responded heartlessly. I think the headmaster might have something to say about that… With one hand he grabbed her hair and pulled back, lifting her head off of the bed. Tiffany began to breathe heavily as he fucked his digits in and out of her pussy. David knew how to make her a little uncomfortable with his forwardness… “I’m your slutty teacher.” she responded. “I’m going back to my desk now, I’ll text you in a few moments with further instructions.”
“But…” she started to protest before he threw her an authoritative glance, which she knew meant to be quiet. Before she could answer he took a handful of her long hair and pulled her towards him. just like you…” as he slammed into her again and again, pressing her face into the glass, smearing it with the sweat from her brow. “Tell me what a whore you are!”
“I’m a whore.” she panted, exhausted.
