On her face

Christy moaned, "On my face, Mr. James!"

You couldn't help but feel jealous. She never let you cum on her face, yet she practically begged Mr. James to do it. He continued to pound her pussy, letting slaps ring out through the classroom. Christy continued to moan and say his name occasionally.

Finally, Mr. James had suddenly pulled out from her; he was close, and there wasn't any time to lose.

"On your knees, Christy," he said, stroking his cock.

Your girlfriend did as she was ordered and took her position on the floor. She eagerly took Mr. James's cock on her mouth, sucking and forcing herself to take his whole length.

His groaning told you he was close, and Christy knew it as well. She stopped throating him, leaving a trail between them, and started to jack him off.

"Cum on me, master, please..." she begged. She never called you that.

With a few last moans, Mr. James shot globs of hot cum onto Christy, landing on her face, hair, and tits. She giggled and moaned as he kept on cumming, several times in fact. White spots were dotted all over your girlfriend, and some drippes off her into her thighs.

She giggled, "Thank you, master," and began to wipe the cum off her face with a finger before swallowing it.

Mr. James was astonishing. "We might have to do this again, then I might just wipe the detention from your record.

Christy stood up and looked at all the cum on her. "Just don't be so messy. I don't want John to know."

Your teacher nodded. "I can always cum somewhere else," he said with a wink.

"Sounds good to me," Christy giggled.

Whenever she was running late for you to pick her up after school, you knew what would be keeping her. Mr. James would be fucking her brains out, using her for his pleasure and finishing however he wanted.