Bailey Mattingly - Red Hot
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Nice Breasts !
the rest falls right in perfect!
Keep up the good work ! 
"Please Sir!" She squirmed, her bottom moving back and forth. This time begging him not to stop, Bailey was enjoying this, secretly. She missed Mr Anderson's hot finger probing into her channel. Mr Anderson noticed this.
"You naughty girl. You like having your Headmaster's finger up your juicy cunt don't you?"
She swayed her bottom again. Mr Anderson lost it.
Bailey heard the sound of a zipper, the rustle of fabric and suddenly feared what she did not mean to encourage.
"Fine then whore, you can have your Principals cock!"
Anderson took hold of his swaying member and rubbed the head of his rock hard penis against the young girls opening. She bucked against the desk, trying to get away from him, or offer him an easier angle he couldn't tell, her words were not decipherable to him.
"No! Sir, please no! Don't!" She wailed, trying to stand up. He pushed her harshly back to the desk, pushing her face into the expensive wood.
"You wanted pleasure? Well, you can have mine!"
He took hold of her hips and shoved his wide shaft into her roughly, with force, as deep as he could the small opening. She was tight, exquisitely tight. She groaned with his intrusion, as unwelcome it was, it was satisfying.
The older man released her wrists and took her golden ponytail in his hand. Pulling back her head painfully as he started to thrust.
"Oh yeah!" He groaned. "You fucking little slut, god you're tight. Fuck yes!" He hissed.
Bailey's mouth was open, gasping, her fingers gripped the side of the desk hard, her knuckles turning white. She slid across the desk every time he pounded.
"Oh yeah!" He moaned sliding in and out of her tight hole.
Lindsay started moving back to meet him, her arousal building too.
"You're enjoying this too, aren't you? You little slut. Getting fucked by the principal a fantasy of yours, little girl? Fucked on the Principal's desk? Hmm?" He moved in and out with languid movements now. Savoring the moment.
She moaned at his dirty words. He encouraged her, pulling back on her ponytail and using his other hand to thumb her clit.
She whimpered at the contact.
"Like that, little girl?" He panted.
She nodded, moaning as he increased the pressure. She was almost on the brink of coming when he pulled out and let go. She grunted in frustration. Anderson spanked her ass again. Three times. Hard.
He grabbed her hair again and made her stand, made her turn around. He lifted her onto the edge of the desk, pushed her back. His hands going to her tight blouse, cupping her breasts. His fingers found the buttons but he didn't favor them and just ripped the shirt open. "Oh yes, look at this!" He exclaimed. Her red lacy bra on display. He pulled it down and her perky young breasts popped out of their cups. He mouth latched on to a tit and sucked.
Bailey gasped at the feeling of Mr Anderson's mouth at her nipple. His teeth grazed her areola and she shuddered.
"Sensitive huh?" He came up for air and then proceeded to start on the other tit. When he bit down on this nipple she cried out. Loudly. Mr Anderson, conscious of his secretary outside pulled the girls tie from around her shoulders and put it in her mouth and tied it around her head as a gag. Lindsay moaned again.
Becoming impatient, Mr Anderson stepped back from the young girls breasts and spread her legs wide. He pulled her hips towards him before entering her again. This time her was slow and sensuous, truly torturing her.
"I'm going to make you come. I'll make you come on the Principals desk. You dirty little girl."
His thumb found her clit again and began massaging it in a circle. Bailey threw her head from side to side moaning.
Finally after a build up to the climax Bailey fell over the precipice. Her pussy milking Mr Anderson for all he has. He pounded into her before spurting his own juices inside her young slit.
Mr Anderson staggered back and collapsed in his chair. His cock finally limp and satisfied. A eighteen year old girl lying on his custom made mahogany desk, half naked.
"Thank you for being so co--operative Miss Stevens in your punishment. You have my word your parents will not be notified of your misfortunes."
Mr Anderson grew to love that desk even more after that day.
