Losing Control

John's control shattered. His palm curved around Melissa's stinging ass cheek instead of striking—fingers digging into heated flesh as he pulled her hips back onto his length in one rough thrust. Melissa's scream of "Six!" cracked into a sob as he bottomed out inside her, her inner walls fluttering around him like a heartbeat. Lauren whimpered from where she still lay sprawled across the neighboring desk, her fingers creeping toward her own glistening folds as she watched John's balls press flush against Melissa's reddened skin.

Melissa's thighs shook violently, her elbows sliding on sweat-slicked wood as John withdrew almost completely—only to slam back in with enough **** to make the desk shudder. "Seven," she gasped wetly, her head hanging between her shoulders as her body yielded to each punishing thrust. The wet slap of flesh drowned out the clock's ticking—Lauren's choked moans blending with the rhythmic creak of the desk as John drove Melissa forward with every snap of his hips.

Lauren's fingers moved frantically between her own thighs now, her swollen clit disappearing beneath hurried strokes as she watched John's grip tighten on Melissa's hips. His knuckles whitened with each deep plunge—Melissa's ass rippling from the impact of their joining. Lauren's breath hitched when John's free hand tangled in Melissa's hair, wrenching her head back to expose the **** arch of her throat as he pistoned into her dripping cunt.

Melissa's choked scream of "Eight!" dissolved into wet panting as John's hips pistoned faster, her swollen lips stretched obscenely around his cock with each brutal thrust. Lauren watched from the neighboring desk, her fingers working frantically between her own dripping thighs—her knuckles glistening with arousal as she begged in broken whimpers.

"Please—oh god—Principal Lee, I need—" Lauren's voice cracked as John drove Melissa forward with another deep plunge, the wet slap of flesh drowning out her pleas. She arched off the desk, her free hand clutching at her own breast while her hips jerked helplessly against nothing. "Fuck, I'm gonna—"

John's grip tightened in Melissa's hair, wrenching her head back further as he fucked her harder—his balls slapping against her reddened ass. Lauren's breath hitched when Melissa's thighs suddenly tensed, her entire body locking around John's cock as her orgasm ripped through her. The sight alone sent Lauren over the edge—her back bowing violently as she came with a sob, her fingers still pressed deep inside herself.

John didn't let up. Even as Melissa's inner walls fluttered around him in aftershocks, he kept pounding into her—his thrusts growing sloppier, his breathing ragged against her sweat-slicked neck. Lauren whimpered at the sight, her thighs trembling as she watched John's cock glisten with Melissa's release, still buried to the hilt inside her.

"Principal Lee—please—I want—" Lauren's voice was raw with desperation now, her fingers circling her clit again with frantic urgency. She spread her legs wider, her hips bucking against nothing as another orgasm built inside her—this one spurred purely by the obscene sight before her.