Creampie Melissa

John's hips pistoned with **** precision—each savage thrust driving Melissa's breasts harder against the desk as she clawed at the surface. Her choked gasps dissolved into wordless cries, her thighs trembling violently around his pounding cock. The wet slap of flesh echoed loud—her ass rippling from the relentless impact as John chased his own release.

Melissa's back arched impossibly when his fingers tightened in her hair, wrenching her head back yet again until her throat strained. "Principal Lee—!" Her warning became a shattered moan as his cockhead brushed her deepest spot—that sensitive bundle of nerves that made her vision whiten. Her thighs convulsed, clamping around him instinctively as another orgasm ripped through her unprepared body.

John felt the exact moment she came—her inner muscles clamping down like a vise, milking him with rhythmic pulses that dragged a guttural groan from his chest. Melissa's scream fractured against the desktop, her fingers scrambling for purchase as her hips jerked against his uncontrollably. Her climax dragged on—wave after wave of pleasure forcing his cock deeper with each spasm until he was buried to the hilt.

The sensation shattered John's restraint. With a final brutal thrust, he emptied himself into her quivering cunt—hot pulses of cum flooding her depths as Melissa whimpered through the overstimulation. Her thighs shook violently when he withdrew, his semen dripping obscenely down her inner thighs to pool on the hardwood below.

Lauren's breath hitched from the neighboring desk, her fingers frozen between her own soaked folds as she watched the viscous strands connect Melissa's body to John's glistening cock. "Fuck," she whispered, her thighs pressing together instinctively at the sight. "You—you came inside her?"

John's breath came in ragged bursts as reality crashed over him—the scent of sex thick in the air, Melissa's thighs trembling against the desk, Lauren's **** whimpers beside him. His cum dripped obscenely down Melissa's inner thighs, glistening under his office lights. *Jesus Christ, not again.*

"Out," he rasped, staggering back to tuck himself into his slacks with trembling hands. The wet spot on the fabric mocked him. "Detention is over. Now."

Melissa turned slowly, still trembling, her skirt bunched around her waist as she swiped two fingers through the mess between her thighs. She held John's gaze as she brought them to her lips—her pink tongue darting out to taste him with a hum that vibrated through his bones. "Mmm," she murmured, sucking her fingers clean with exaggerated relish.

Lauren whimpered from her sprawled position, her own fingers still pressed inside herself. "But *I* didn't get—"

"I said *out*." John's voice cracked like a whip, sharp enough to make both girls flinch. He pointed to the door, his hand shaking. “Now."