One minute I was in orgasmic bliss, my eyes rolled back, my body arched, and the next I was being whisked across the room. He told me to scoop up my clothes, and I certainly did. What the fuck was about to happen? Bra check, panties check. Cheerleader top; got it! Shoes and skirt? Still…
I didn’t wait for him to answer. I continued walking toward him, toward his desk, and around it. I could see the screen now. It was on pause. A guy was fucking a cheerleader from behind. Pompoms were on the bed, and her skirt was still on. His hands were on her hips; he was…
My family moved from California to Texas four years ago, during the summer before my freshman year. Entering high school was going to be hard enough, but to do it in a completely different town, a completely different state, I wasn’t so sure. Amanda made it easy. I met Amanda the day after we moved…
He was pathetic. His clothes still on, laying there, my creamy wet pussy covering his mouth. I basked in the moment. I came. I dominated and used him for my pleasure. He was my own personal toy. But I wasn’t done. He had no fucking clue that I knew about his little homewrecking whore. He…
And then I pulled hard on her hair, very hard, enough to make it hurt. She screamed. I put my hand around her mouth, muffling her sounds, and told her to shut up. It was time for her to be punished for what she had done. I smacked her ass, hard. A yelp escaped her…