You do, eventually

Holding Jennifer, you manage to make it inside without dropping her or tripping on the landing. With a backward kick, you shut the door, and then spinning around, you pin the sexy teen against it.

Grasping her ass with one hand, you use the other to roughly maul her breast. Thumbing her nipple, you turn it into a rock-hard diamond. Breaking the kiss, you attack Jennifer's neck, licking the exposed skin around her choker. Rubbing her needy twat against your cock, she gasped, saying, "My mother made me cover your mark. She said, "Only sluts and whores show off hickies."

Moving to where her neck and shoulder meet. You nip her tender flesh, causing her to gasp, then sucking the same spot, she moans in pleasure.

Jennifer's hands dig into your back trying to take off your jacket.

Wanting Jennifer out of her dress, you uncross her legs and then take two steps back.

Shrugging, your jacket slides off onto the floor.

Removing your tie, you order, "Take off the dress."

Nodding, Jennifer reaches for the hem, and you say, "Slowly."

Widening her stance, she slowly pulls up her dress an inch at a time, revealing her bare pussy to your hungry gaze.

Unbuttoning your shirt, you observe, "Such a naughty little slut coming to open house commando."

Dropping her dress onto the ground, she then reaches behind her head, removing the choker. Wearing only the stockings and those 3-inch heels.

Turning her head, the dark bruise contrasted with her pale flesh, inflaming you. Jennifer confidently moved to you, her rock-hard nipples almost touching your chest. With the heels, she was eye level with you, and she leaned in, kissing you. Wrapping your arms around the cheerleader, your hands massaged her toned ass, your tongues dueling each other.

Breaking the kiss, her hazel eyes bored into yours.

"My teacher deserved a surprise for dealing with my bitch of a mother."

Your left arm moved up, wrapping around her lower back, locking her in place. Kissing Jennifer, your right hand slid along her thigh. Jennifer gasped as you palmed her cunt. You could feel the wetness as her juices coated your hand. Curling a finger, you thrust it into her needy hole.

"Please, Mr. Clarkson," she moans, a tremble moving through her.

"Such a needy little pussy," you whisper, adding a second finger.

Jennifer's head falls back, moaning, and she gasps out, "Sooo needy."

Removing your fingers, you bring them to her mouth. Plunging your fingers in deep, she suckled them, tasting herself.

Removing your fingers, you growl, "What does your pussy need?"

Her eyes aflame with lust, she replies, "It needs to be stretched, it needs to be filled, and it needs to be fed."

Your cock was beyond ready and was screaming for enough foreplay. Making sure she was steady on her feet, you said, "Let's head to the end of the hall."

Turning, she stalks to the hallway leading to your bedroom, confident you're right behind her. Following her down the hallway and through the open door, you unbuckle your belt.

Jennifer puts her knee onto your king-sized bed; leaning forward, she looks over her shoulder.