Dean's visit

Ms. Samson is really good cocksucker. She can swallow more than half of your thick shlong and she know how to use her mouth and hands to please a man. You're lean back and enjoying her worshipping.

Heather swallows as much of your steelhard shaft as she can and her hands are massaging and caressing your big cumfilled balls. She's keeping your cock inside until she gasps for air, then she slides off your rod and takes a few deep breaths.

Her hands moves from your balls to shaft and she swallows your swelled knob. She's using her lips and tongue to pleasure every point of it.

Suddenly, the office door opens, you manage to lean forward and pretend to work before gray-haired man enters.

"Hello, Mr. Doe," Mr. Harris, school's dean, greeting you.

"May I help you, sir?"

"I'm looking for Ms. Samson. Do you seen her?"

Ms. Samson freezes and sits quietly under the table with your cock in her mouth.

"Yes, sir, about ten minutes ago. But she didn’t say where she’s going next."

"Well, if you see her, tell I ask her to come to me."

"Of couse, sir."

"Have a nice day, Mr. Doe."

Dean leaves the office and you lean down to stunned Heather. You pronounces in an emphasized official tone:

"Ms. Samson, Mr. Harris ask you to pay a visit to his office."

But the sight of the stunned coach with your prick in her mouth is too much. You don't hold back and burst out snickering, and then you laugh. Soon Ms. Samson's chuckles joins you.

"It was scary, but funny, wasn't it, Heather?"

"Yes, John, but enough distractions, I must solve your huge problem."

Her mouth and hands returns to worshipping your alpha-male manhood.