Pussy!

“Last time I made your pussy cum but didn’t get to fuck it,” you say with a smirk. “So let me fuck your cunt this time.”

Becca’s eyes widen for a moment, then she lets out a sharp, amused laugh. She bites her lower lip, clearly turned on by your directness.

“Bold as fuck,” she says, shaking her head with a grin. “Alright, dinner *was* really good… and I guess you earned it. Let’s go before I change my mind.”

She quickly dumps the rest of her cafeteria food and you do the same. Becca leads the way again, that confident swagger in her step. She takes you to the same unused classroom on the ground floor. The moment the door clicks shut behind you, she turns and pulls you into a rough kiss, her tongue aggressive and eager.

“Better make it worth it, Casanova,” she teases against your lips.

Becca turns around and bends over one of the desks, hiking up her pleated school skirt. She hooks her thumbs into her black panties and yanks them down to her ankles, revealing her pale ass and the massive black bush covering her pussy. She spreads her legs slightly and looks back at you over her shoulder with that rebellious smirk.

“Well? You wanted this cunt. Come and take it.”

You step up behind her, rubbing your hard cock against her bushy mound before sliding it between her already-wet lips. Becca lets out a low moan as you push inside her, her tight pussy gripping you. The soft, dark curls of her bush brush against your skin with every thrust.

“Fuck… that’s it,” she groans, pushing back against you. “Harder!”

You grab her hips and start fucking her properly, pounding into her wet cunt. Becca’s sarcastic attitude quickly melts into breathy moans and curses. She reaches back with one hand, spreading herself wider as you rail her from behind. The sound of skin slapping and her moans fill the dark classroom.

You feel her pussy tightening around you as she gets close. With a few more deep thrusts, you bury yourself inside her and cum hard, filling her cunt. Becca shudders and moans loudly as her own orgasm hits, her walls pulsing around your cock.

After you both catch your breath, you pull out. Becca straightens up, pulling her panties back into place with a satisfied little smirk. She smooths down her skirt and turns to face you.

You both fix your clothes and head for the door. Before leaving, you say, “Thanks for the dinner company… and everything else.”

Becca gives you a light punch on the arm, her expression a mix of amusement and warning.

“Yeah, yeah. Don’t ghost me again, asshole,” she says, pointing a finger at you. “Next time you disappear after fucking me, I won’t be so nice about it. Got it?”

She flashes you one last playful smirk before slipping out of the classroom first.