Headmaster's Verdict

Headmaster Leslie rarely cracks the whip, but Connie pushed him past the breaking point with that mouth of hers. He could have taken the strap to her knuckles. Instead he pulls his cock free and takes her the same way she ran her little rebellion—between her legs. He works her pink cunt open, every stroke a lesson in manners, every thrust a reminder who gives the orders around here. Her black hair sticks to her damp temples as she gasps and takes it. He keeps her gaze until the last second, then paints her face with the verdict she earned.