Alaina Dawson – Slutty Likes It Rough

Title: Slutty Likes It Rough: Alaina Dawson’s Naughty Schoolgirl Sensations

The college day had ended, and Alaina Dawson was doing what she does finest – unleashing her naughty aspect. The horny redhead, barely authorized and brimming with teenage hormones, slipped into her Catholic college uniform, reveling in how the quick plaid skirt hugged her slender hips and taut rear. She zipped up the highest, the white shirt straining barely towards her budding breasts.

Alaina twirled a lock of fiery hair round her finger, admiring herself within the mirror. The crimson strands fell in unfastened waves over her shoulders, contrasting sharply with the pure white of her shirt. She puckered her full, pink lips into an irresistible pout. Her deep inexperienced eyes sparkled with mischief and carnal need. The naughty schoolgirl had an appointment to maintain.

SheFinishing the provocative look, Alaina sat on the sting of the mattress to roll sheer black stockings up her easy, golden legs. The lacy tops hugged her thighs, dwarfing her delicate toes in strappy black heels. She stood up and smoothed the skirt over her panties, noticing they clung damply to her already moist pussy. Alaina shivered, imaging her ‘tutor’s’ keen mouth and rock-hard cock. Her nipples pebbled into stiff peaks in anticipation.

Only yet another factor was wanted to finish the outfit – right now’s project was to put on his semen on her face. With a devious grin, Alaina grabbed a tissue and dabbed at her decrease lip. The sticky load left behind was cool on her pores and skin. She licked it off languidly, savoring the salty style of her trainer’s seed. Swiping one other glob from her cheek, she smeared it over her lips like lipgloss. Her freckles stood out in sharp reduction. She locked eyes with herself within the mirror and winked salaciously.

Alaina was giddy with arousal as she timidly knocked on the door of her trainer’s classroom. She peered into the small, darkish room, fluttering her lashes flirtatiously.

“Ahh, Miss Dawson. Please, come in.” The younger History trainer motioned her to enter, closing the door behind her.

“Ready for your… private lesson?” he requested suggestively, eyes roaming over her physique. She bit her lip and nodded, cheeks flushed. He was devilishly good-looking, blue eyes intense beneath lowered lashes, chiseled jaw stubbled with 5 o’clock shadow. Alaina glanced on the whiteboard, the place he had written the day’s message: “Bring your slutty uniform and eager mouth. Lesson starts at 3.”

She could not wait to get began. They confronted one another, respiratory quickened. He took her chin in his giant hand, finding out her up shut. Alaina parted her lips, inviting a kiss. Instead, he roughly pushed her away.

“Not so fast, slut. Bend over the desk,” he growled affectionately. She hurried to conform, settling her elbows on the cool wooden. Her skirt flipped up eagerly by itself, revealing the curve of her ass.

The trainer moved behind her, working a hand possessively over her silky panties. He gave her a agency spank, making her yelp. “Naughty girl,” he scolded as he rubbed the reddened pores and skin. “Forgetting to wear the stockings I told you to? I’ll have to punish you.”

Alaina whimpered in delight, arching her again. He hooked his fingers within the elastic and yanked the underwear all the way down to her knees. She kicked them off impatiently. His hand got here down on her naked butt repeatedly, reddening her delicate pores and skin. She squirmed, gasping and elevating her hips to satisfy his exercise.

“Does my little slut like that? Like being spanked like a naughty schoolgirl?” he breathed hotly in her ear. She moaned, spreading her legs wider. Her dripping pussy was flushed and swollen.

He plunged two fingers into her tight gap, pumping them harshly. Alaina cried out, panting closely. He pulled out his fingers and introduced them to her mouth. “Suck them clean,” he ordered. Mmmm, she thought as she wrapped her lips round his digits, tasting her personal candy nectar.

The trainer unzipped his fly and pulled out his large cock. It jutted up from a patch of black curls, flushed a deep ruddy colour, shiny with precum. Alaina licked her lips lewdly. He grabbed a fistful of her hair and introduced her face all the way down to his manhood.

“Open wide, you little cumslut. I’m going to facefuck you until you can’t see straight.”

She rolled her tongue over the swollen head, swirling across the ridge. It twitched in reflex and pre-cum coated her lips. Greedily, she took him into her heat mouth, inch by inch. She sucked laborious, bobbing enthusiastically.

This excited him greater than something, seeing his scholar’s slutty efficiency. Her head rocked backwards and forwards obscenely, mouth stuffed together with his dick. He held her head down, plunging into her tight throat. Alaina took it like a champ, drool dripping down her chin.

“Fuck, that’s a good girl, take it all… Ahhh!” he groaned, hips jerking erratically. With one final brutal thrust, he exploded down her throat, flooding her mouth with sizzling seed. She swallowed spastically, some dribbling down her neck.

He pulled out with a moist pop, and smacked his shriveling cock towards her lips. She licked him clear. “Eager little cumslut,” he sighed in satisfaction.

No sooner had he zipped his pants again up than Alaina was already on her knees, prepared for the subsequent spherical. “Sir… Sir, please…” she begged, tugging at his belt. “I need that big cock inside me, right now!”

Her trainer grinned wickedly and pushed her again on the desk. He unfold her legs huge, admiring the pink, glistening folds of her pussy. He licked a finger and pushed it into her dripping gap, pumping roughly. “Mmmm, you’re so wet for me, my naughty girl…” he murmured appreciatively.

Alaina whimpered and pressed herself into his contact. “Oh god, please sir, I’m so empty… I need you!”

He obliged, shoving his rock laborious cock deep into her tight channel. She threw her head again, mouth open in a silent scream.

“Does that feel good, slut? Then take it like the whore you are.”

He gripped her hips for leverage as he thrust with brutal pressure. The desk shook and squeaked beneath their motion, one leg threatening to break down. Books and papers cascaded to the ground in a messy heap.

“Ooh sir, yes!” she cried out. He pounded into her slippery warmth, hair falling over her face. Her giant tits bounced with every affect. By now, she was loosely clutching at his broad shoulders, gasping for breath.

He reached down and roughly rubbed her puffy clit in time together with his strokes. Alaina threw her head again with a scream, shuddering as her orgasm crashed over her. She clenched laborious round him, soaking his cock. He continued to trip out her climax, grunting with effort.

With one final surge, he buried himself deep and crammed her together with his molten seed, marking her as his. She tightened round him, milking him for each drop. They collapsed collectively on the desk, sweaty and sated.

Nearly an hour later, they slowly pulled aside, savoring the electrical tingles as they separated. The trainer helped Alaina off the desk, pulling up her panties and plaid skirt. She smoothed down the hem, then turned and bent over the desk once more. “You didn’t fill my mouth just yet, sir…” she purred sultrily.

He grinned and snatched her hair, pulling her head again. Then he walked to his desk and grabbed a big, golden trophy. “Open wide.”

Alaina obediently opened her mouth. He shoved the simulated phallus deep into her mouth and throat, making her sputter. She bobbed her head, sucking it eagerly.

“A nice trophy for my little slut,” he mentioned, fucking her face roughly.

“Mmmph!” she squealed, eyes watering and nostril flaring. Tears and saliva ran down her chin unchecked. She sucked laborious, making an attempt to take advantage of his phantom cock for all it was value.

With a remaining hump of his hips, he got here inside her mouth, filling it together with his golden semen. She guzzled it down, whimpering in delight. Pulling again, she licked her lips clear and gazed up at him imploringly.

Her trainer sighed and pulled out the trophy, stuffing it in his bag. Alaina pouted at him.

Today’s lesson was over, however they each knew that tomorrow, she can be again, begging for extra.

The End