Jenna's bush

"Oh -- did I say love?" Jenna caught herself. "I mean -- you can use me, if you want me."

"Jenna, I don't know, I'm trying not to have sex," Paul thought out loud.

"Oh no, Paul, it's nothing like that at all, I just want to help out this ... BIG problem you're having, with your big ... big ... BIG penis."

Jenna felt herself move as if in some hypnotized trance, loosening and unbuttoning her blouse before kneeling down before Paul and tentatively grasping his cock. She sighed at the hardness and strength of it, and thought the thickness daunted her, she dutifully sucked back her wet lips and then impaled her mouth on his glans. She smacked and slurped awhile, then asked "Does that feel good, Paul?"

"it sure does ... !" Paul had to confess.

"Mmmmm ... but we still need to get you off." Now breathing in a rather hard and ragged way, Jenna stood back up and, still as if under a power beyond herself, almost absent-mindedly shucked her skirt and panties straight down.

"I bet what would really get you off ... is some pussy," she decided in a soft, serious voice.

"Jenna ... I don't know -- "

Paul was surprised when Jenna easily pushed him back down against the top of Mrs. Hunter's desk, not quite aggressively but with simply steely determination. Before Paul knew it, Jenna was efficiently positioning herself on top of him.

As Jenna brought her warm wet vulva in contact with Paul's huge glans, neither of them really noticed when Jenna, reaching around and trying to prop herself up in a steady position on the desk, accidentally activated the principal's public address system ...