he bends me over the table and pulls down my cute little skirt

Sergeant Brad's eyes burn with a primal hunger as he takes in the sight of you, the commanding officer's sultry wife, standing before him, your skirt teasingly hugging your curvaceous hips. The desire in his gaze is matched only by your own insatiable lust.

Without hesitation, Brad wraps his strong arms around your waist, pulling you against him. His touch sends shivers of anticipation down your spine. You feel his warm breath on the back of your neck as he whispers, "You've been a bad girl, Mrs. Sarah. And bad girls need to be taught a lesson."

Your heart races as he guides you toward the sturdy wooden table at the front of the classroom. With a swift motion, he pushes your skirt up, revealing the lacy fabric of your panties, barely covering your throbbing core. The air is heavy with the intoxicating scent of your arousal, fueling both your passions.

Positioned firmly over the table, you grip the edge, your anticipation building with each passing second. The cold surface sends chills through your body, contrasting with the burning desire within you. You feel the heat of Mark's hand on your bare skin as he skillfully slides your panties aside, exposing your moist, eager entrance.

"You're such a naughty little vixen, Mrs. Sarah," Brad growls, his voice laced with desire. "I'm going to give you exactly what you deserve."

I could feel my pussy dripping with desire at the way Brad was dominating me.