TINY4K Seducing the principal to get out of detention

Arielle Faye, the naughty schoolgirl, slinks into the principal’s workplace, her tiny skirt barely overlaying her pert backside. She’s been known as in for detention once more – her fourth of the week. But this time, she has a unique plan.

“Mr. Johnson,” she purrs, leaning over his desk to provide him an eyeful of her cleavage. “Can we talk about my detention? I promise I’ll be a good girl from now on.”

Principal Johnson raises an eyebrow, his eyes flicking all the way down to her uncovered thighs. “Is that so, Miss Faye? And what exactly do you propose we discuss?”

Arielle steps across the desk, her hips swaying. She perches on the sting, crossing her legs so her skirt rides up. “Well, I was thinking… rather than a boring detention… maybe we could negotiate some other form of punishment?”

She reaches out, trailing a fingernail down his tie. Mr. Johnson swallows arduous, his eyes darkening. He is aware of he ought to put a cease to this, however the little minx is simply too tempting.

Arielle uncrosses her legs, letting them half barely. “I promise I’ll do anything you want. I’ll be your good girl.”

Unable to withstand any longer, Mr. Johnson surges ahead, capturing her mouth in a searing kiss. Arielle moans into his mouth, her tongue darting out to tangle along with his. Her small fingers roam his chest, feeling the hardness beneath his shirt.

Mr. Johnson’s fingers skim up her thighs, pushing her skirt up as he goes. He cups her ass, squeezing the agency globes. Arielle gasps, writhing in opposition to him.

“You’re going to get detention for a week for this, young lady,” he growls, nipping at her throat.

Arielle simply giggles, tugging at his belt. “Oh, I hope so. I love being trapped in this office with you.”

Mr. Johnson groans as she pops open his slacks, liberating his thick, arduous cock. She wraps her small hand round it, stroking gently. “Oooh, Mr. Johnson. You’re so big. I bet you’ll fill me up completely.”

She hops off the desk, going to her knees earlier than him. “I’ve wanted this since I first saw you here. I’ve rubbed my pussy, pretending it was your cock.”

With that, she takes him into her mouth, her tongue swirling across the head. Mr. Johnson tangles his fingers in her hair, encouraging her. “That’s it, baby. Take it all. Suck that cock.”

Arielle takes him deep, nearly gagging as he hits the again of her throat. But she loves the problem, loves the sensation of being totally used. She bobs her head sooner, hollowing out her cheeks to suck tougher.

Mr. Johnson watches by lidded eyes, his hand guiding her actions. He may get used to this. Having this naughty woman at his disposal for some after faculty particular classes…

Suddenly, he pulls her off his cock, hauling her to her ft. He spins her round, pushing her in opposition to the desk. With one swift movement, he rips her panties away, leaving her pussy naked. His fingers delve between her legs, discovering her dripping moist.

“Fuck, you’re so wet for me,” he pants, circling her clit. “You’re going to need a lot of punishment, aren’t you?”

Arielle moans, pushing again in opposition to his hand. “Yes, Mr. Johnson. I’ve been a very bad girl,”
Mr. Johnson traces his cock up along with her entrance, the pinnacle slipping inside. Arielle gasps, clenching round him. He surges ahead, burying himself to the hilt.

They each groan on the feeling, Arielle’s partitions fluttering round him. He units a quick tempo, pounding into her. The desk shakes with every brutal thrust, pens rolling onto the ground.

Mr. Johnson leans over her, biting her shoulder. “Take it, you naughty little slut. This is what you wanted, isn’t it? To be fucked like the dirty girl you are?”

Arielle moans wantonly, pushing again to satisfy his thrusts. His soiled phrases solely drive her greater, her pussy clenching wildly. “Yes! I’m your dirty girl. Your dirty little cum dump. Fill me up!”

Mr. Johnson reaches round, discovering her clit. He rubs it in arduous circles, feeling her clamp down on his cock. She’s shut, so shut. He drives into her tougher, feeling his personal launch approaching.

“Come for me, Arielle. Come on my cock like a good girl.”

That’s all it takes to ship her flying. She cries out, her pussy spasming round him. The feeling of her climaxing pushes him over the sting and with a groan, he spurts inside her, coating her insides along with his cum.

They collapse collectively on the desk, catching their breath. Mr. Johnson permits himself a second of contentment earlier than pulling out. Arielle whimpers on the loss, feeling his cum dripping out of her used gap.

Mr. Johnson tucks himself again into his pants, doing up his belt. “Well, Miss Faye, I hope this was worth the detention.” He provides her ass a lightweight swat. “Now, get dressed and stop distracting me with your body. I have work to do.”

Arielle sits up with a smile, not bothering to straighten her skirt. “Yes, sir. I’ll be a good girl…until next detention.”

And with that, she saunters out, figuring out she’ll be again for extra “punishment” very quickly.