Saucy Schoolgirl Spanked

Leya Desantis sits at her desk, skirt hiked high enough to show the curve where thigh meets cheek. Emmanuel Torquemada steps in, eyes locked on that flash of skin, and his hand finds her first—firm, direct, a single smack that echoes in the quiet room. She gasps, pushes her ass back like she’s been waiting for it. He lands another, harder, leaving a pink handprint that blooms across pale flesh. His fingers slip lower, parting her folds, sliding two inside without warning, curling until her legs tremble. She’s already dripping when he adds a third, working her open in tight, steady strokes. He stands, frees himself, rubs the swollen head against her slick entrance. The first thrust sinks deep, filling her in one smooth push. He fucks her slow at first, savoring the way her cunt grips him, then picks up speed until the desk rocks under them. When she’s panting and close, he pulls free, spreads her cheeks, and presses against the tighter hole. She relaxes, takes him inch by inch until his hips meet her ass. He starts with shallow thrusts, stretching her, then sinks fully inside. His fingers return to her front, circling her clit in time with each thrust, keeping her right on the edge. Leya’s breath hitches, hips rolling back to meet him. The rhythm builds—steady, relentless—until she comes with a sharp cry, body clamping around him. Emmanuel keeps moving through her orgasm, driving into her ass until his own release hits, pulsing deep inside her. He stays buried a moment, hand resting on the warm skin of her back, before easing out and watching his spend trickle down her thigh.