DP lessons

I’m Honey Demon, the kind of schoolgirl who never learned to behave. My best friend thought she could sneak around with my boyfriend. Fine. I decided to take what I wanted from the man who actually held the power. Mr. Davis watched me lean over his desk, skirt riding higher with every move I made. He didn’t resist long. His mouth found my neck, his hand slid under my panties, and by the time the door clicked open behind us, his cock was already hard against my thigh. Mr. Reynolds from the next classroom had walked in on the scene, eyes dark, jaw tight. Two men, one desk. I looked between them, heart racing, and then I bent forward and opened my mouth for Mr. Davis while Mr. Reynolds stepped in close behind me. The first thrust pushed me forward onto the cock between my lips; the second drove deeper, splitting me wide. They worked me from both ends, steady and hard, filling every inch until my uniform lay twisted on the floor. When I felt the first hot spurt hit my tongue I swallowed without hesitation. Moments later Mr. Reynolds pulled out and finished across my flushed face, thick streaks dripping from my lips to my chin. I licked what I could reach, legs still trembling, satisfied in a way no quick revenge kiss could ever give me.