She tries to stop

She tries to half heartedly pull away from him and be good to William but she pushes against his cock and feels his monster white cock straining against the front of his tailored trousers. The thick, heavy length of it presses right between the cheeks of her ass through the thin fabric of her summer dress, and a soft involuntary moan slips from her lips before she can stop it.Headmaster Alexander’s hands never leave her shoulders.

His thumbs dig into the tight muscles at the base of her neck with practiced pressure while his hips stay planted firmly against her. He leans down until his breath brushes the shell of her ear.

“There it is,” he murmurs in that rich British accent. “You feel it, don’t you? How hard you’ve made me just by sitting there crossing those pretty legs. Your daughter isn’t the only Edwards woman who needs a firm hand, is she?”

Julia’s fingers tighten on the arms of the chair. Every instinct that still belongs to the dutiful wife of twenty years tells her to stand up, slap him, and walk out. William provides everything. William has never raised a hand to her. William would be destroyed if he ever found out. Yet the heat pooling between her thighs is stronger than any of those thoughts. Tony’s cum is still leaking out of her into her panties, and now this silver-fox headmaster is grinding a cock that feels even thicker against her backside.She shifts her hips backward just a fraction more, letting the hard ridge slide higher until it nestles against the soft flesh just below the small of her back.

Alexander chuckles low in his throat and moves one hand from her shoulder down the front of her dress, cupping a full breast through the fabric and giving it a slow, possessive squeeze.“I can make the problem with Riley disappear,” he says, voice calm and certain. “One conversation, one signature, and your daughter stays enrolled with a clean record. But nothing in this world is free, Mrs. Edwards.”

His other hand slips lower, gathering the hem of her dress and sliding it up her thigh until cool air kisses the damp crotch of her panties.“So tell me,” he continues, fingers tracing the edge of the soaked lace, “are you going to be a good little wife and walk out of this office with your daughter’s future in ruins… or are you going to open those legs wider and earn her place at this school the way a proper whore should?”