Pump the Gossip girl for info and pump the Chief Editor's tired face with your dick

"Make sure you take notes, pixie bitch."

"My name is Suzie." Her face is stern, but her hair is still a rainbow-colored bob cut, so you still can't take her serious.

"For your notes, Virginia here should have her picture next to 'most likely to say some dumb shit just before suckin a dick.' Make it a whole page."

"That's not how it works at all," says Suzie, pasting a photo of a cheerleader next to some word art. "Plus, 'Most likely to say some dumb shit just before suckin a dick' is already T'Niesha Michels. And it's just a corner-piece."

"Okay, that's actually the kind of info I'm looking for," you say to the pixie chick as you climb up onto the chief editor's desk and slap Virginia's sleepy face with your dick.

"Ew. Please, the yearbook goes to print this week, and I'm so tired. Have you been working late too," she asks you. "Your limp dick seems sleepy too." You slap her again with it, flopping it hands-free by jerking your pelvis. "Ew okay stop." You slap her back the other way. "Ugh." You slap back and forth several times and Virginia utters a few interrupted syllables before finally just squinting and waiting for you to finish thwapping her cheeks with your hardening dick.

"Are you f..." but you're not finished, and you slam your dick deep into her throat, grabbing the back of her head with both your hands and absolutely burrowing into her.

"So, Trinnie, I'm looking for info you probably got, which is where are the baddest bitches and the best head and the best titties and the biggest sluts. Yeah, that's most of it."

"Gotcha, so not interested in the main stuff like 'most likely to succeed,' or 'best couple'?"

"Um, take off your clothes while I think about it."

"Kay," says Trinnie, and you watch her wiggle out of her fake leather mini-jacket to reveal what looks more like a night club outfit for picking up a trick than highschool day threads. It's like she's dancing to the sound of Chief Editor Virginia gurgling your junk.

"I got voted most trendy, ya know," says Trinnie, pulling her tube top off over her head, her pointy little titties jiggling at you. Bart snaps a photo. Trinnie looks pissed but you tell him to keep up the good work.

"We need more shots like that in the yearbook this year," you tell the creeper.

Trinnie pulls her white denim miniskirt down to the floor and steps out of it, wearing only a thong, platform sandals, and a barrette clip to hold her hair, she stands awkwardly before you, and Bart's flash goes off again. "What did you want to know, Mr. David?" says the gossip columnist, standing undressed before you, unsure if she should sit.

You just keep fucking the editor's face. "Um... do you have a 'Most likely to have a tongue piercing?' award?" you ask.

Trinnie puts her hands on her hips and says "mostly likely? How 'bout I could just tell you who's already got a tongue piercing?" Then she sticks out her tongue and wiggles her chrome stud.

"I guess I'll ask you then, who's got the best tits in the school?" You see the redhead at the printer freeze in place.

Trinnie says "best? or biggest?" She pushes her own little titties up with her arms and says, "well there's a few. There's Donna, Tia, Rachel, and of course our very own Tabby," she says, waving a hand at the embarrassed ginger.

"They're not the biggest, Trinnie," says Tabby.

"Mmmm..." says Bart. "They might be."

"Pixie bitch, gingertits, shut up and strip down like Trinnie. I'll decide whose tits are the best and the biggest." You slam the chief editor's face harder and harder. Her eyes are closed and her nose is running. The rhythmic gagging is bringing you close. When the thick ginger drops her overalls and pulls her ugly t-shirt off, spilling her huge creamy tits out, no bra, you feel your dick building pressure. When the weirdo girl with rainbow-hair pulls her tight-fitting band t-shirt over her little tits, it's almost too much. Then, instead of going for the clasps of her bra, she simply snips it at the centre with her scrapbooking scissors. It falls aside revealing perky little tits with thick pointy nipples poking up at you.

And you jizz down Virginia's throat, wipe your dick in her messy hair, and drop her, ready for any one of several new victims. The **** editor falls from her chair to the floor, and Trinnie says, "maybe you want 'best teacher bod,' or 'sexiest insta'?"

"I probably want all that," you tell the undressed girl while you salivate over her undressed friends. Then Bart snaps a couple photos.

You could have Trinnie show you around to the best and the most likely bitches of the senior class, or you could titty-fuck the ginger nerd or cockslap some sense into Pixie bitch. Trinnie probably gives good head too.