Debbie finally gets what she deserves

Katia Noboli burns with that slow, steady kind of rage. She’s been sent to the teacher one too many times because of Debbie White’s mouth and her perfect blonde smile. Tonight the desks are gone and so is the audience. Debbie is naked except for wrist cuffs and a collar, ankles strapped wide to a bench. Her lips are still painted, but the rest of her is raw and waiting. Katia walks in dressed in black leather, boots clicking on the floor. She grabs Debbie by the hair and forces eye contact. The slap comes sharp, then another, until Debbie’s cheek burns pink. Katia leans close, breath hot. “You like looking down on people?” A spit lands on Debbie’s tongue. “Swallow.” She circles, runs a riding crop along Debbie’s inner thighs, taps it once against her clit, then twice, making the girl flinch. The crop snaps down on her nipples until they stand hard and red. Katia’s fingers slip between Debbie’s legs and come away wet. “Of course you’re soaked.” She wipes them across Debbie’s mouth. Katia strips off her panties, climbs onto the bench, and lowers herself onto Debbie’s face. She grinds slow, taking her time, fingers twisted tight in that blonde hair. When she lifts up, strings of spit stretch from her cunt to Debbie’s lips. “Lick,” Katia orders. Debbie obeys, tongue working in long, desperate strokes. Katia shifts again, reaches back, and works two fingers inside Debbie’s cunt. She fucks her with short, brutal thrusts while keeping her own pussy pressed to Debbie’s mouth. Every time Debbie tries to pull away for air, Katia bears down harder. The bench creaks. Debbie’s thighs shake. Katia comes with a low growl, hips jerking, and stays there until the trembling stops. She stands, wipes her cunt across Debbie’s cheek one last time, then picks up the crop again. “We’re just getting started,” she says, and the leather whistles through the air before it lands.