Girl fuck after school, cum on the face – Freya Stein

The school day had ended, but for Freya Stein, the real lessons were about to begin. The petite blonde with pigtails emerged from the school building, her pleated skirt swaying with each step. She was an innocent-looking schoolgirl on the outside, but on the inside, Freya harbored a naughty, insatiable lust.

As she walked down the quiet hallway, she noticed a familiar figure waiting by her locker – her history teacher, Mr. Davis. He was a tall, rugged man with tattoos peeking out from under his shirt sleeves. Freya felt a tingle between her legs just looking at him.

“Miss Stein,” Mr. Davis greeted, his deep voice sending shivers down her spine. “I have a special assignment for you today.”

Freya batted her eyelashes innocently. “Yes, sir? What is it?”

Mr. Davis stepped closer, his bulk towering over her. “I think you know, Freya. I’ve seen the way you look at me in class. Meet me in the empty classroom at the end of the hall in five minutes. Don’t be late.”

With that, he walked away, leaving Freya breathless with anticipation. She collected herself and made her way to the classroom, her heart pounding.

As she entered, she found Mr. Davis waiting. “Lock the door behind you,” he commanded.

Freya obeyed, her hands trembling slightly as she turned the lock. Mr. Davis crooked his finger at her, beckoning her closer. “Come here and strip for me. Slowly.”

Freya bit her lip, her eyes roaming over her teacher’s muscular body. She began to undress, revealing her toned, petite form inch by tantalizing inch. Her perky breasts bounced free, nipples hardening in the cool air. She wiggled out of her skirt and white cotton panties, now completely bare before Mr. Davis.

He appraised her hungrily. “Such a naughty little schoolgirl, stripping in class.” He pushed her against the desk and grabbed her wrists, pinning her down. “I’m going to teach you a lesson you won’t forget.”

With his free hand, he unzipped his pants, freeing his thick, hard cock. He rubbed it over Freya’s slick pussy, teasing her entrance. She whimpered, trying to push her hips against him. “Please, sir, I need it,” she begged shamelessly.

Mr. Davis chuckled darkly. “I know just what you need, you little slut.” With that, he thrust into her hard, burying himself to the hilt. Freya cried out, her tight walls clenching around him. He began to fuck her with deep, forceful strokes, the desk creaking beneath them.

Freya’s moans filled the classroom as Mr. Davis pounded into her. He released her wrists to grab her tits, kneading the soft flesh. He pins her hands back above her head, collaring her. He drops his head and captures a stiff nipple in his mouth, sucking hard.

Freya arches off the desk, lost in the haze of pleasure. “Fuck, yes! Harder!” she cries, mindless with lust.

He complies, increasing his pace, the obscene sound of skin slapping against skin echoing in the room. His other hand moves between their bodies to rub Freya’s clit, his thrusts now reaching that sweet spot deep inside her. Her body begins to quake. “I’m gonna cum!” she warns breathlessly.

Mr. Davis pulls out abruptly, hen hands going to her throat. He squeezes lightly as he strokes his cock over her heaving tits. Freya looks up at him with fuck-me eyes, tongue peeking out to taste the tip.

“Beg for it,” Mr. Davis growls.

“Give me your cum,” she gasps. “Mark me with it. I want it everywhere.”

That’s all he needs to hear. With a guttural groan, he explodes, painting Freya’s face and chest with thick ropes of cum. She sticks out her tongue to catch some, relishing the salty taste. Mr. Davis rubs the head of his cock over her mouth, smearing his release all over her lips and chin.

Finally spent, he steps back to admire his handiwork – the pretty little schoolgirl, debauched and dripping with his cum. Despite the illicit nature of their tryst, there’s no mistaking the satisfied glow in Freya’s eyes. She knows this won’t be the last secret lesson she learns from Mr. Davis.

As they straighten their clothes, Freya gives him a secret, smoldering look. “Until next time, sir,” she purrs, sauntering out the door with a newfound confidence in her step. Another check mark on her naughty to-do list, another fuck she won’t forget.