Teaching Class

I set up Miss Greene's phone so it has a clear view of me plowing her. "Keep teaching." I harshly command as I grab the back of her neck. "And stop fucking crying you fucking slut, you know you like it. You know the boys here will be masturbating to this for the rest of their lives, don't you? Shit, some of the girls might too." I taunted.

Not long into her returning to the lesson after gasping for air from her crying, a students hand goes up. "Yes, June?" Miss Greene musters. "Will Sam be.... **** us too?" A plain looking brunette asked. "If your oh! If you're over eighteen, there's nothing really stopping him from doing so." She explained, yelping out as I slapped her ass.

That is a good point. I'd have to do something to make sure the girls I'm able to **** stand out as such. I ponder how I'd be able to put that into action as I thrust into Miss Greene a last time before cumming inside her fertile womb.

I wipe the mess from my dick off using her ponytail and Miss Greene actually thanks me. I shrug and toss her clothes from the floor into the classroom trash and go on to the next class.