You can't think of any better plans

That stupid bitch Valerie said something was happening tonight, something that might give you a clue to what the fuck is going on in this place. But not until after midnight, more than enough time, more than enough time...you find your hand moving Elizabeth’s head up and down just slightly at the thought. “I’d like that. But we should do it early. It’s a school night, after all,” you say.

“I guess we do have to set an example. Say 6, then?” she says. “I promise I’ll be good.” She winks, then her head disappears back into the hall.

As soon as Miss Fulton leaves, your right hand clutches the desk as your left presses Elizabeth’s head even harder into your thrusting crotch. Your balls are boiling, but you hold it together just long enough for the clicking of high heels to fade in the hallway before your growl savagely and send your hot cum straight down the squirming schoolgirl’s throat.