Being a cheerleader has its perks, especially when your skirt provides easy access for a quickie. And believe me, I put those perks to good use.
My math teacher, Mr. Johnson—yum!—had this thing for me. I knew it, and I used it to my advantage. Needing some extra credit, I offered him a deal he couldn’t refuse.
Let’s just say the school hallway became my personal fuck pad.
Pushing me against the locker, he lifted my skirt, revealing my soaking panties. His hungry hands teased my thighs, and his rough breath tickled my neck. “You’ve been a naughty girl, Briona”I giggled, grasping his cock—my favorite study buddy. Thrusting his thick member into my hungry mouth, he groaned with delight. I sucked and stroked, tasting his urgency.
But the real fun began in the classroom.
He bent me over the desk, my cheerleading uniform askew. Mr. Johnson pounded my pussy from behind, his powerful hands keeping me in place. The desk drew accolades of my previous lovers—a fitting stage for my dirty deeds.He called me his good girl as I moaned in ecstasy. And when he unleashed his load, I felt it deep inside me, a creamy bonus to my extra credit.
But the day’s lesson wasn’t over.
I turned around, wiping the cum from my chin. He smiled, his eyes Glossed with desire, and said, “Now, class is in session, Miss Briona.”He taught me how to take his cock like a champ, and I showed him how a cheerleader could squirm and moan like a true slut.
That day, I aced my test, earning myself an A in sexting—I mean, math—and a throbbing pussy well serviced.
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