“OW!”
The force of the blow tore the cry from her, harder than any of the ones preceding it. She felt the tears spring to her eyes and her voice broke as she said, “Th-three. Thank you.”
“Mr. Milf sex In fact, by the time the final student–number sixteen!–had come up to bat she was gripping the desk as hard as she could to keep from writhing in a mixture of pain and desire. As it was, she was helpless to stop herself from whimpering and moaning, although she did it as quietly as she could.
She wanted desperately to simply turn onto her back and thrust her hand inside her panties.
She was barely able to whisper, “Ssss…six…teen. “Two. Thank you.”
“Miss Jarzembowski?”
Oh no. She was a huge girl who looked like she should be on the football team. Peters to the back of the room.
She picked up a wide steel ruler from one of the tables. She walked back and stood in front of Mr. And she wanted more.
She wished Mr.
