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Student. Is It A Role?
SFCityDom © 2007
She wakes and looks at the
clock. It is 8:35 a.m. It is Friday, her
free day. She rolls over to find a note on the pillow next to her. She reads
the note:
Dear Student,
You have an assignment to complete
today. You will find it on the entry table. Be at your desk promptly at 6 p.m.
Remember that dress codes are strictly enforced in my class. Be dressed in your
proper school attire and have your assignment completed. There will be an
inspection of both you and your homework.
Firmly,
Head Master
Reading the note both thrills her
and fills her with angst. She knows that his assignments can be trying at
times. He knows all of her fears and insecurities and sometimes uses them to
her disadvantage. Perhaps the fear is part of the thrill.
She goes downstairs to find the
workbook and her pencil box resting on top of her book bag.
Picking up the workbook,
“Great! Math,” she says, thinking he
knows how much she hate it.
Opening the workbook, she sees a
note inserted between the pages:
Student,
Complete pages 35-45.
Head Master
She turns to the assigned pages,
“Fractions!”
She hears her cell phone ringing
upstairs and races to answer it. However, it goes to voice mail before she can
get to it. She picks up the phone and sees that it is from him.
She retrieves the message: “Don’t
try getting out of the assignment. I expect it to be done when I see you at 6.”
She set the alarm on the phone for 1 and 4:30 p.m., and then
continues with her day.
When the first alarm goes off, she
heads to the bedroom with her workbook in hand and climbs onto the bed. She
turns on her computer, reads her e-mail, looks at her Facebook page, checks IM, re-checks her e-mail and
surfs a couple of web sites, and before she knows it, 40 minutes have passed.
Pulling her hair into a ponytail,
she opens the workbook. Turning to her assignment, she gets a pencil from the
pencil box and begins. The first set of problems goes fairly well, then they
gets more difficult. She turns to the back of the workbook to see if there are
answers to the problems. There are! She searches the pages only to find that he
has removed the ones with the answers she needs.
“Grrr.”
Again, she checks her e-mail, hoping
that he will send mail telling her of alternative plans for this evening.
Nothing!
Sighing, she turns her attention
back to the problems in the book. As she struggles with the problems, the
frustration begins to build. She grinds her eraser down to a nub, eliminating
what she believes are mistakes and then she tries again. Between problems, she
checks her e-mail. Maybe this time, he will have e-mailed her. Again nothing.
The second alarm goes off. It is
4:30 p.m., and she has a little more then half the assignment completed.
However, she knows it is more important to be at her desk at 6, ready for class
than to have the assignment completed. Moreover, if she hurries she can work on
it after she is showered and dressed.
Putting the workbook aside, she lays
out her outfit for this evening: Tartan pleated skirt, primarily dark green;
white blouse with the school crest, white knee socks, brown-and-white saddle
shoes, white cotton boy shorts, a simple white bra and a dark green cardigan
sweater.
The outfit had been purchased at a uniform store in authentic
school colors of a local Catholic school. He had sent her to the uniform store
with a list of items to buy. He had instructed her to ask for assistance from
the sales staff, and she had been required to explain that the outfit was for
her. She remembers her embarrassment and arousal as she asked for assistance
and his smile, later that evening, when she told him of the experience. He had
praised her and called her “good girl.” The thought of his praise for following
his instructions puts a smile on her face and warmth between her legs.
Removing her clothes, she climbs
into the shower. She washes her hair and body and then begins to shave her
pussy. She generally shaves every other day as he enjoys a smooth pussy and
therefore there isn’t much to shave. She applies a generous amount of shaving
cream to her pussy between her legs. Taking the razor in hand, she strokes it
against the hair growth. In a few strokes, she has removed the shaving cream.
Applying more shaving cream, she makes a second pass with the razor; she wants
to be very smooth for him. Perhaps it will make up for the incomplete
assignment.
She shuts off the water and grabs a
towel. She dries her body and gently pats her pussy dry. Exiting the shower,
she gets a glimpse of herself in the mirror. She loves having a smooth pussy.
Taking a bottle of baby oil from the counter, she applies some oil to her pussy
lips to soothe them. As she applies it, she feels herself become wet and her
clit swells. She aches to come. However, she knows she should wait for this
evening. She dries her hair and pulls it into a ponytail.
Pulling on the boy shorts, she feels
the soft cloth against her smooth skin. In the mirror, she can see the faint
outline of her pussy under the cloth. Next, she puts on the bra and the blouse
and then the skirt. Sitting on the edge of the bed, she puts on her socks and
shoes.
She looks at the clock; it is only
5:10. She has 50 minutes to do the rest of the assignment.
She lays across the bed on her
belly, propped up on her elbows with her work spread out in front of her. This
is also her favorite position for getting fucked by him. The power of his
presence hovers over her with his hands in her hair or around her throat, each
of his thrusts forcing himself into her deep and hard.
She catches a glimpse of herself in
the mirror and she is reminded how young she can look and of the time at the
Folsom Street Fair when several people had asked if she was interested in age
play. The attention she garnered from others reinforced his desire for her.
When they’d returned home that afternoon, he had simply taken her as they
entered the loft. No words. He had just fucked her. That was the first of many
times that he would fuck her in a plaid skirt.
Lying there on the bed kicking her
feet, she thinks that perhaps she should disobey him and let him catch her here
in the bedroom. Perhaps he would find her so cute and scholastic that he would
just take her there. Fuck her, use her and release her from the assignment.
She hears the front door open and
someone enters. He is home. It is 5:55 p.m., and she waits for him to come
upstairs. A few minutes pass and he has yet to come upstairs. She realizes that
he is not going to. She throws her sweater on, picks up her workbook and pencil
case and places them in her book bag and races downstairs to beat the bell.
As she flies down the stairs, the
bell begins to ring. She enters the classroom, and sees him seated at his desk.
The bell goes silent just before she slides her butt into her desk. She quickly
places her book-bag under her seat and comes to attention.
“Tardy. Not a very good way to start class.” he scolds, as
he pulls out his roll book.
“I was trying to finish up.”
“No excuses. What time are you supposed to be at your desk?”
he asks as he writes something in the roll book.
“6 p.m. Sir.” she replies.
“Yes. 6 p.m. Not 6:01. Not 6:00:01. 6 p.m. sharp. I expect
better from you. This has been noted in your permanent record. Do not let it
happen again.”
“It will not happen again, Sir,” she
replies.
She adjusts herself in her seat,
taking care to sit up straight.
Their desks face each other,
separated by about 6 feet. He is seated at a large wooden desk and she at an
old wooden school desk.
He clears his voice.
“Please bring up your assignment,”
he says.
Retrieving the workbook from her
book bag, she walks over to his desk and hands it to him. Taking off her
sweater, she returns to her desk, placing her sweater over the chair back
before taking her seat.
He pulls the answer sheets from his
briefcase and begins checking her work. With a red pen, he marks up her
assignment.
“Seems you have issues with some of
the problems,” he says.
She pulls a tube of lip-gloss out of
her book bag. As she applies the gloss, he looks up from her workbook, and she
parts her legs as she squirms in her seat. It’s not much of a peek, but she
knows this has caught his attention.
He stands, with the workbook in hand
and walks to the back of the room. She tracks him with her eyes as he walks,
craning her neck in order to keep him in view.
As he turns, he snaps, “Eyes
forward.”
She quickly straightens up and looks
straight ahead.
She hears him walking towards her.
Nervous, she fidgets with her hair, and with the faint scent of his clean skin,
she feels his presence.
She is startled by the sound of the
workbook slapping onto the desk. He places one hand on the back of her chair
and the other on the desk and leans down, placing his face a few inches away
from hers. As she turns toward him, she must lean back to avoid brushing
against him.
“I am very disappointed in you. You had all day to complete
10 pages. What is that, 20 problems? Yet you completed only just over half, and
a third of those are wrong!”
She looks down at the desk as he admonishes her. She knows
that she has failed. However, she is forced to reposition herself as she feels
the warmth of arousal begin between her legs. If she had completed the
assignment, he would have praised her. His praise would have made her happy and
would have also resulted in her arousal.
“I just ran out of time. I spent
over 3 hours,” she replies.
“Perhaps you should have spent 6
hours on your assignment instead of wasting time surfing the Internet and
checking your e-mail every 10 minutes,” he scolds her.
He stands. Turning his back on her,
he walks back to his desk. He turns towards her and leans back as he sits on
the edge of his desk.
His voice has softened and taken on
a tone of concern.
“I know you don’t lack the
intelligence to solve these problems. You just need the confidence and
discipline to solve them. I have nothing planned for this evening. We can just
stay here until you finish the assignment.”
She huffs.
Returning to his seat, he retrieves
a newspaper from his briefcase. She looks at him, puzzled.
“Finish your assignment.” He buries
his face in the paper.
She opens the workbook and takes out
a pencil. She did have trouble with the assignment. She opens the workbook and
begins to work on the problems. As she struggles, she huffs and puffs, attempting
to gain his attention. However, he ignores her.
This frustrates
her even more. She wants his attention. Good or bad, that is what she craves.
His attention. A hug, a kiss, a slap, his cock. It doesn't matter. His lack of
attention is the greatest punishment she can imagine.
She clears her throat in an attempt
to gain his attention. Nothing. Again, she clears it.
He looks over his newspaper, “Yes.”
“I am having trouble with one of the
word problems.”
“Come up here. Let’s have a look.”
Rising, she makes sure to flash him
some white from between her legs.
As she walks over to him, he folds
up his paper and places it on the desk. She places her workbook on the desk and
opens it to the problem she is working on. Leaning over, her hair falls
forward. Her fidgeting has left her ponytail loose. Removing the scrunchy from
her hair, she straightens her posture and tips her head back to gather her hair
into a ponytail.
As she finishes, she sees him
looking up at her. She smiles, and there is a strangely awkward moment between
them. Is this just a game?
She leans down, positioning herself
on her elbows. This causes her back to arch and forces her ass out, hiking up
her skirt in back.
“Which problem is giving you
trouble?”
“This one,” she points to the problem in the workbook. “It
is the word problems I hate.”
“Read it aloud to me.”
“Do I have to?”
“Yes.”
She is nervous but she begins to
read.
“Kathy is riding her bicycle on the
bike trail around the lake. She rides 25 minutes and travels 8 1/3 miles.”
As she reads, he places his hand on
the inside of her thigh. She stammers with his touch and then regains her
composure.
“She takes a 10-minute rest and then
rides another 50 minutes and covers 14 1/2 miles.”
Glancing down, she sees his eyes.
Those eyes. The ones that show compassion and concern when needed and flash
“you will be sucking my cock later” when they are out for the evening. This
evening, his eyes are the strict and stern. With his glance, she feels her
pussy become wet.
“Continue,” he says.
She clears her voice. “What was her
average speed for...”
A lack of attention can be detected
in her voice.
“Is there a problem?” he asks as he
slides his hand up her thigh.
“No. Sir,” she continues with the
reading.
“What was her average speed for the entire trip in miles per
hour? Include the time she rested”
She feels his hands just barely
touching the cotton covering her pussy. She responds by slightly rolling her
hips, pressing his hand into her, and she can feel her arousal increase and she
begins to throb.
Her thoughts flow from reading the
problem to wanting him to fuck her and release her from the task at hand,
wanting him to push her belly flat to the desk and take her from behind.
He slowly pushes her shorts aside,
and she feels the rush of cool air and the warm probing of his finger.
“I want you read it again. Slower
this time. Stop at each number and circle it.”
Her face has become flushed but,
obediently, she starts to read the problem again.
“Kathy is riding her bicycle on the
bike...”
She feels him insert two fingers
deeper into her and begin to grind her g-spot. She pushes back, opening herself
up to him. Again, all she can think is fuck me, take me.
“Aumm.” She clears her voice and continues.
“trail around the lake. She rides 25 minutes.” She stops
reading.
“OK. There are 25 minutes,” he says.
“Now circle the 25.”
She circles the 25 and continues
reading.
He inserts a third finger into her.
“and travels 8 1/3 miles.” She stops.
“Now, circle 8 1/3 miles.”
She complies and her breathing
increases as she continues to read.
“She takes a 10-minute rest.” She
stops. “OK, should I circle this?”
“What did I say?” he says.
“I just don't know if it matters,”
she says as she circles the 10.
“And then rides another 50 minutes.”
she stops.
“Ok. Circle the 50 minutes.” He
circles her clit with his thumb.
“And covers 14 1/2 miles.” She stops
and circles the 14 1/2 miles.
She finishes reading the problem and
turns toward him and in a whispery voice, she says, “I think I am getting it.”
“Oh?”
“Yes.” She moans.
“Good.” He withdraws his fingers. “Then you won’t mind doing
the problem at the whiteboard.”
With his words and the withdrawal of
his fingers, her heart sinks and her stomach churns.
He pushes back in his chair. “Yes. To
the board, please. I will read the problem to you.”
He reaches into his desk and
retrieves a box of whiteboard pens and hands them to her. She takes them, then
walks to the board.
“Wait,” he says.
She turns around, hoping that he has
taken his cock out for her to suck.
He retrieves a whiteboard eraser
from his desk and hands it to her.
“In case you make a mistake.”
She feels hurt. Grabbing the eraser,
she turns from him and walks off in a huff, skirt and ponytail swaying with her
ass. Again, “fuck me” fills her mind.
She goes to the board which is full
of notes and equations. She starts erasing it. She feels him watching her as
her body swings and sways as she erases the board. To reach the higher parts of
the whiteboard she has to stand on her tiptoes; stretching, she can feel that
she is exposing her shorts to him. Again, she wants his cock or his hand or his
mouth, his attention.
He picks up the workbook and begins
reading the problem aloud.
“Kathy is riding her bicycle on the
bike trail around the lake. She rides 25 minutes.”
He stops reading “Write ‘rode 25
minutes.’ ”
She complies.
“And travels 8 1/3 miles.” He stops reading “To the right of
the 25 minutes, write, ‘8 1/3 miles.’ ”
She obeys.
“She takes a 10-minute rest.” he
stops reading “OK. Write ’10-minute rest’ below the 25 minutes.”
“And then rides another 50 minutes and covers 14 1/2 miles.”
He stops reading “Write ‘50 minutes and 14 1/2 miles’ below the 10 minutes.”
He continues reading, “What was her
average speed for the entire trip in miles per hour? Include the time she
rested in the answer.”
“OK. What is the goal?” he asks.
“To get this problem done,” she
replies.
“OK, smart-mouth, what are you trying to figure out?”
“The average speed for the trip.”
she replies.
“Good girl. OK. Now do the problem,”
he says as he gets up and approaches her.
She begins working on the problem.
“OK. First, I need to get the total miles she rode. That
would be 8 1/3 plus 14 1/2,” she says, looking back at him.
He nods his head and she smiles.
“OK. I can only add fractions with
the like denominator. That would be 6.”
“Correct. Very good.”
His acknowledgment makes her happy.
“So that would be 8 2/6 plus 14 3/6.” she looks back at him.
She erases 1/3 and replaces it with
2/6 and replaces 1/2 with 3/6.
“8 2/6 plus 14 3/6 is 22 5/6. ” She writes “22 5/6” on the board and looks
back at him.
“You're right. Now what?”
“I need to get the total time,” she says.
“And you will need to convert it
from minutes to hours.”
“Oh. Right. That would be 25 plus
50. That is 75. Which is an hour and 15 minutes.”
“Correct. However, it will be easer
to use 1 1/4 hours,” he says.
She begins to get excited when sees
she is close to the solution.
“Then I divide miles ridden by the
total time to get average miles per hour. Which is 22 5/6 divided by 1 1/4
hours.”
“Which is 18 4/15 mile per hour.
There.”
She turns towards him with her
solution on the board.
“Wrong.”
Her heart sinks.
“What did I miss?” she asks
nervously.
“Your math is correct. You missed
something important in the problem.”
She begins looking at all the
numbers she has written on the board.
“But I got all the numbers.” she states.
“You wrote all the numbers down.
However, you didn't use all of them.”
Frustrated, she says curtly. “I
don't want to do this anymore. It's stupid.”
He moves forward and gets in her
face.
“Listen. You missed something, and
you are going to finish this. I am done with letting you throw in the towel
whenever things get hard.”
“This isn't fun.”
She turns from him and begins to
stomp off.
He grabs her by the arm, pulls her
behind his desk and pushes her face down towards the desktop where her workbook
is open to the problem. She is both angry and aroused and her heart is racing
as she anticipates his taking her.
“Now, read the problem again,” he
orders.
As she begins reading, he pulls up
her skirt and pulls down her boy-shorts. He begins to smack her ass with his
hand.
Smack!
“Kathy is riding her bicycle on the
bike trail around the lake.”
Smack!
“She rides 25 minutes and travels 8
1/3 miles.”
Smack!
“She takes a 10-minute rest.”
Smack!
“And then rides another 50 minutes
and covers 14 1/2 miles.”
Smack!
“What was her average speed for the
entire trip in miles per hour?”
Smack!
Smack!
“Include the time she rested in the
answer.”
Smack!
Smack!
Her ass is red from his spanking.
Before she can regain her breath, he inserts two fingers into her cunt. She
pushes back onto them.
“I don't understand what I missed,”
she moans.
He inserts a third finger into her
and probes her deeply.
“Read it again.”
“Kathy is riding her bicycle on the
bike trail around the lake. She rides 25 minutes and travels 8 1/3 miles.”
He fucks her harder with his
fingers.
“She takes a 10-minute rest and then
rides another 50 minutes and covers 14 1/2 miles. What was her average speed
for the entire trip in miles per hour?”
“I don't get it. Please just fuck
me.”
“Listen,” he says.
He reads the last line of the
problem.
“What was her average speed for the
entire trip in miles per hour? Include the time she rested in the answer.”
“I wrote all numbers down!”
“ You are not getting it.”
He moves in closer. She feels his intensity as he stands
there berating her. She wishes it would last forever or end with his violation
of her. Either way, it is his attention that she desires.
He reads it again. “What was her
average speed for the entire trip in miles per hour? Include the time she
rested in the answer.
“You need to include the time she
rested in your answer.”
She turns shouting, “I didn't get
it. I am sorry.” and pulls up her shorts and begins to stomp off.
Turning her by the shoulder, he
takes her by the back of the neck and pushes her forward until her nose is
pressing into the whiteboard.
He leans into her “You pretty girls always give up when it gets tough. You
are so fucking smart, I want you to excel, not just get by in life.”
She struggles against his hand. “Let
me go.”
“Is your cunt wet, you little brat?”
he asks.
“No. Just let me go.” She struggles.
He pushes his weight into her,
pressing her against the whiteboard. She feels him force his hand between her
legs, and he finds her wet cunt.
“Why do you lie to me?”
She struggles and fights him.
However, she can’t move from his presence.
“Let me go,” she cries.
He reaches up, takes her by the
hair, and walks her over to his desk. He opens a drawer and pulls out two coils
of rope. Repositioning her behind her desk, he places the rope on the seat of
the desk.
Pulling and pushing her into position
directly behind her desk chair, he pulls her wrists together behind her then,
taking a coil of rope, he binds her hands behind her back. With her standing
behind the desk, he forces her to bend over the chair back pressing her face
into the desktop.
“Spread your legs.” he demands.
She is slow to comply. He forces her
feet apart and takes the other coil of rope and proceeds to bind her legs.
Every six inches, he binds her thighs to the back of the chair and her ankles
to its legs.
He walks over to his desk and
retrieves the workbook. He lifts her head up off the desk and places the
workbook under her.
“Perhaps you can learn by osmosis.”
His words. His roughness. Her
arousal. All this attention is making her lightheaded.
With her now very well-secured, he
slowly unbuttons her blouse, then pulls the blouse over her shoulders and lets
it slide to hang over her bound wrists. Her skin is as pale as the white of the
bra.
He pulls his cock from his pants.
Her heart races. She wants his cock.
He pulls her up by the hair and
shoves his cock into her mouth. The way he has her bound, she is unable to do
much more then just be a hole for him to fill. That alone makes her cunt wet.
He begins fucking her mouth. Pushing
his cock deep, he holds her nose closed until she starts gasping for air, and
he pulls his cock from her covered in spit. She gasps for air as he wipes the
spit from his cock across her face. He pushes his it back into her mouth and
gives her a good slap in the face. She is startled.
From his pants pocket, he produces a
knife. He flicks it open and cuts the
bra from her, first cutting each of the shoulder straps and then the back,
allowing it to fall to the seat of the desk.
“Look at me,” he snaps.
Closing the blade, he places it back
in his pocket and tucks his cock into his pants. He retrieves a rather large
butt plug and dildo from his desk drawer and places them on the seat of her
desk.
He moves behind her, lifts her skirt
up over her ass and pulls her shorts around her knees. She moans as she feels
the cool air against her wet pussy.
She hears him unbuckle his belt and
the crack of it as he pulls from his pants. He folds the belt over on itself
and slides it between her legs. She moans at the touch of the belt.
“From now on, I want you to work
harder on your assignments.”
He begins to smack her ass with the
belt.
At first, the smacks are light. However, they soon fall hard
on her ass and red and pink welts quickly appear. With each strike, she moans
and squirms. She can feel her thighs become wet from her pussy.
He stands beside her and she is
startled as he begins slapping her pussy with his hand. Her thoughts are fuzzy
and warm as she begins to drift with his slapping.
With him slapping her pussy hard and
quick, she feels her arousal rise as her orgasm nears.
“I am going to come!”
He grabs her by the hair, lifting
her from the desk.
“Don't you fucking dare!”
She feels it is close. “I am going
to come!”
“No, you won’t.”
He stops slapping her pussy and
quickly pinches her ass cheek very hard.
“Fuck!” she yells.
Her body fills with confusion; pain
in the face of pleasure. Her pussy throbs as the approaching orgasm retreats.
He picks up the butt plug and kneels
in front of her. She is flushed, and her breathing is heavy. Her eyes have
become glassy, and there is a small puddle of spit on the workbook.
She looks at him pleadingly. “Please
fuck me, Sir.”
“You are in no position to make
requests. Now, open up.”
Before she has a chance to comply,
he is pushing the butt plug into her mouth. She struggles against it.
“It is clean, and it has only been
in you.”
He pulls it from her.
“You will want to make this very wet. It is going in you and
I don't have any lube.”
She closes her mouth tight as he
pushes it towards her.
“Open up!”
She doesn't comply, and he holds her
nose closed. A few moments pass, then she gasps for air and he shoves it into
her mouth as he releases her nose.
The struggle has left her even more
aroused. She wants his cock. Cunt or mouth, she does not care.
He pulls the plug from her. “Stick
out your tongue.”
She obeys and he rolls the plug on
her tongue collecting all the spit he can. With the plug wet, he positions
himself behind her and leans down and spits on her ass. He slowly starts to
work the plug into her tight ass. As he pushes the plug in, he rubs her clit
with his other hands. Slowly, her ass dilates to accept the plug, and with one
deep breath, the plug pops into place.
“Fuck, that is huge,” she cries.
With the plug in place, he spreads
her thighs apart, forces his month on her cunt and sucks her clit between his
lips. Using his tongue, he licks her clit , holding it firmly between his lips.
Leaning back, he pulls her lips as he sucks on them and when they are stretched
to their limit, he releases them. She moans with the attention of his mouth.
Her pussy is very wet and he inserts
two fingers into her and begins to fuck. He stands and continues fucking her
with his fingers.
Between the fullness of the plug and
the pleasure of his mouth, she can feel her orgasm rising.
“Please, fuck me.”
Reaching around her, he picks up the
dildo.
“I am going to come!”
With her words, he violates her,
shoving the dildo into her pussy, hard, fast, deep.
Between the plug in her ass and the
dildo in her cunt, she feels very tight. With this overwhelming sensation, she
begins to come.
“Fuck!” she screams.
He continues fucking her with the
dildo, forcing it against the contractions of her orgasm.
He takes his belt, makes a collar
and leash out of it and places it over her head and around her neck. He takes
care to make sure that her hair is free of the belt.
As he holds his belt as a leash, he
pulls his cock from his pants and quickly penetrates her.
“God yes! Fuck...”
Before she can finish her words, he
pulls the belt tight around her throat.
He releases the pressure on the belt
as he continues fucking her. With his thrusting, she feels another orgasm
coming on.
“I am going to come again. Please
can I come?” she begs.
“Yes, I want you to come for me. Be
a good girl and come.”
“Fuck, I am coming.”
With her words, he pulls the belt
tight around her throat, pulling her up off the desk. Holding her in this
position for a few moments, he continues thrusting.
Releasing the belt, he allows her to
collapse to the desk. She gasps for air, breathing rapidly.
As her orgasm subsides, he pulls his
cock out of her pussy. Coming to the
front, he holds her head down against the workbook and begins to cum on her.
His cum smears across her face and in her mouth. She feels his cum slide down
her face and on to the workbook.
He places his cock on her lips, and
she takes into her mouth and begins licking and sucking.
With his cock in her mouth, he asks.
“Are you going to study harder next time?”
She nods.
“Good girl.”
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