nope, Miss H has her

Baroness? muffled screeches boomed in the schoolteacher?s cleavage. Her struggles weakened eventually, Sandra yanking her out from her chest by the hair. She dragged Baroness to the corner, Baroness holding her blonde locks desperately to ease the pain.

She shoved her back-first into the turnbuckle, leaving her sitting weakly in the corner. She held onto the top ropes and stood on top of Baroness? tits, digging her heels into her. Baroness screamed horribly, thrashing and kicking noisily against the mat but held down by Sandra?s full weight.

?Now that you got a good eyeful of my tits, how about this?? Sandra stepped off and lifted her skirt, then shoved her ass into Baroness? face in a perfect stink face. Baroness was full of shame and frustration as she slapped and shoved at Miss Hoeful?s thighs, but she held tightly onto the ropes for security.

?Your wrestling skills are atrocious,? Sandra scolded. ?I simply must speak to your father about your ineptitude.?