She paused as she watched the Sixth Form girl’s reaction. Daisy Goodman had simply buried her face deeper in her arms and muffled the shout that cam...e from her mouth. She swayed as the pain registered in her brain but succeeded in her fight to stay in position, bent over Amelia’s table. Once she was happy that the girl with the shoulder-length brown hair had settled, the Head Mistress sent her second stroke on its way. It landed a second later directly opposite where her first had, this time. My pussy was getting too wet to resist. As he continued to face fuck me harder and faster, I reached down in between my legs and started to rub my clit furiously. I was moaning all over his cock while i rubbed it harder and harder. Oh fuck, youre such a dirty fuckin whore arent you? he moaned as he realized I was playing with myself as he fucked my faced. I nodded the best I could, I loved being treated like a whore and getting talked dirty to like one. He grabbed my hair and head harder, the. The leatherswere going above their heads until Chris put his hands up and caught them, a cheer went up as if I had just scored a goal with the kick. I was now naked but for my boots and on an incredible sexual high as I put my hands behind my head and shook my hard cock up and down with sharp pelvic movements. It was an incredible feeling as it hit my stomach then swung below with every one of those cock shakes. I turned and did this in every direction, and then walked over to the DJ stand with. A minute later, I saw Claire pull into a just-vacated spot across the street and walk over to the diner. When she came in the door, she paused for a second before spotting me and heading over to my table.I suppose that I should describe this 'model of conventional beauty' in a bit more detail before going on. Claire had shoulder-length wavy hair the color of black coffee, with a light halo of hair framing her face. With the Boston College t-shirt and hip-hugging jeans she was wearing, I would.