You can't resist a cheerleader

"Mr. Watts could be back anytime," you protest weakly as Grace approaches you.

"Then we really have to hurry," she purrs. She presses herself against you, writhing, then bites at your chin before turning and wriggling her ass against your cock. She bends over, lifting her skirt and pulling her panties down, spreading her legs to expose her glistening sex to you. You catch the hot fecund scent of her arousal, and when she looks back at you and bends over the counter your resistance evaporates.

Undoing your pants you let them drop, stepping behind her and sheathing your cock in her without any pretence of foreplay.

"Oh God Yes!" she cries as you fill her. "That's what I want! Fuck me Mr. Carter! Make me your little kitchen bitch!" She moans and grinds herself back against your pounding hips, gasping as each thrust pounds home in her sweet teen body. You grab her hips, holding her as you fuck her, savouring her tight wetness and the music of her moans.

"You're a very bad girl," you groan.

"I'm your very bad girl," she moans in answer. "Fuck your bad little girl, fuck her so hard! Oh fuck Mr. Carter! Oh Fuck I'm Coming! I'm Coming for you! Oh Fuck! Mr. Carter! Oh Fuck!"

She bucks and writhes as her spasms take her, her cunt convulsing around your impaling meat, triggering your own explosion. You growl as you pump hot seed into her, loving the the sensation of using this lovely teen, even as the last sane part of your mind rebukes you for your foolishness.