Shut Saki up...

Lost a midst the moment, you had temporarily forgotten about the incredible sexual frustration built up in your groin, that was now evolving into a full blown throbbing monument, erected in honor of the Asian goddess in front of you.

"When he hears what the fuck you did to me! His little princess, he's gonna make sure you spend the rest of your empty fucking existence chocking on dick in prison... " She trails off now fully aware of the sexual beacon tenting your pants as it presses firmly in between her spandex clad ass cheeks.

"Oh my God you are one sick fuck!" She proclaims, with one hundred percent accuracy. "You make me want to fucking puke!"

"That’s the idea, slut," you respond cheerily, as you pull her back upright by her hair and spin her around to face you.

“OUCH,” She screams. “What the fuck?!?!”

“SAKI,” The busty art instructor screams in retaliation with uninhibited frustration. “This is the absolute last warning I’m willing to give you before I send you out of my class!”

“Don’t worry Mrs. Cumslut, I’ll shut this bitch up,” You speak up excitedly, whilst firmly grasping each of Saki’s shoulders with each of your hands and forcefully push her to her knees and eye level with your semen and spit covered crotch. Wasting no time, you yank your sweat pants down past your knees to your ankles then pull your feet through each leg, before kicking the disgusting item of clothing away.

The pungent aroma of your dried semen and Kristine’s saliva wafts into the air, released of the cotton restraints.

"Ewwww, what the fuck, your dick smells fucking vile!” Saki announces angrily, as you tilt the head of your penis upward into the air and press your groin into her face. Consequently the back of her head is firmly pressed against the edge of the table, effectively giving her nowhere to go, and no leverage to maneuver out of this sticky, musky situation.

“Ew, Ew, EW!” Saki continues, regardless of the teachers threats.

"Puke on this, bitch," You call out, as you take brutal advantage of her open mouthed protest and mercilessly shove your cock into the far back of her throat. With your left and right hands you grab on to the table for leverage and thrust your waste forward with as much strength as your pathetic frame can muster.

Her unprepared throat clenches and spasms around your cock, like a sopping wet, velvet, vice grip. Her gag reflex, while attempting to reject the sudden intrusion, only serves to **** your cock deeper down her throat as her head jerks forward involuntarily.

You look down to have your gaze met by the glorious site of tears flowing profusely down Saki’s face, leaving a trail of smeared mascara in their wake. Her eyes themselves look as though they may pop out of her head at any second, accented by a trail of protruding veins. Saki, now completely aware of what kind of sicko she is dealing with, struggles frantically to speak, but the only sound that comes out of her well stuffed mouth are inaudible gurgles. You can feel the river of saliva bubbling out of the edges of Saki’s mouth and subsequently running down your ball sack and inner thighs.

Kymi stands off to the side, jaw dropped and shocked into silence, by the intensity of her sisters ****.

“I can tell you’re liking the view Kymi.” You jeer, all the while still balls deep in her sisters pretty face. “Why don’t you come over here and help out your sister, eh?”

“What?!?!” Kymi replies snapping back to reality. “No, you’re so gross, why would I do that!”

“Hmmm, suit yourself but I’m not pulling out of your sisters’ throat, even an inch, until I cum.”
You proclaim proudly. “If you don’t help out, I’m just going have to fuck her face hard enough for the both of you.”

All the while, you have literally not pulled your dick out of her mouth for even a split second nor pulled back from the deepest part of her throat. You've simply held firm to the sides of the table hilt deep in Saki, whose face has turned completely red.

Saki slams her fist into your bare legs as hard as she can obviously trying to signal that she desperately needs a break. Her frantic stare doesn't leave your face for even a split second at this point. In fact at this point just about everyone in the classroom, with the exception of the instructor, have completely discontinued whatever they were doing in favor of watching the fiercely erotic scene playing out in their presence.

“So what’s it gonna be Kymi?” You ask slyly, in anticipation.

Looking down you can see that Saki’s face has turned from bright red to a deep purple. Her eyes no longer look up to meet yours and instead have begun to roll back into her head. Her fist, no longer flailing wildly, have come to rest submissively on your thighs.