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Mating Call of the Phoenix update
🕑 Added 2019-02-27 21:00:00 +0000 UTC
After cheerleading practice, Illyana went to the locker room with the rest of the girls, but she didn’t change. She gathered up her golden blonde hair into a sweet ponytail, tied up with a cute little ribbon. She blushed her cheeks with red rouge and put on fresh lip gloss, leaving her mouth extra pink. She looked like a living doll as she went to Scott’s office.
The window overlooked the field where she had practiced. Illyana went there first, almost ignoring Scott as he sat at his desk, grading papers, ignoring her. “You have a nice view of the field from up here,” she said, fingering open the blinds. As she stood there, she could smell the musk of Scott’s arousal, and knew that he’d let his dick out of the comfortable slacks that were supposed to keep it caged. “Did you like the show?”
“Depends,” Scott retorted. “Did you like giving it? You know I always put my students first.”
Illyana flounced up to his desk, where she held her skirt up over his papers, showing him the candy-red spankies underneath. “You tell me, Mr. Summers. Feel.”
Scott reached out, as if he were accepting an apple from a fawning student, and fingered the crotch of Illyana’s panties. His hand came away rubbing moisture between the first two fingers. “Ah, Ms. Rasputin, you’ve been enjoying yourself.”
“I like it when you watch me. I know you’re thinking about what you want to do to me. It makes me feel like less of a perv when I think about what I want you to do.”
Scott grabbed her between the legs, grinding his palm into the softness of her opening, pressing into the crotch of her spankies and feeling them get even wetter when he forced them against her cunt.
She stood before his desk, panting like a rambunctious girl who’d run all the way to see him, her eyes sparkling mischievously as she looked down and memorized the sight of his hand underneath her skirt. “You like that, don’t you?”
“You know I do. And you like giving it to me.” Under his desk, Scott unzipped his fly and brought out his cock with his other hand. “Because I know what to do with it. Even you don’t know how to touch it like I do, no matter how much you practice. Isn’t that right, little girl?”
Illyana leaned over the desk until she could see his cock rising up, as hard as the ruby quartz he was eying her with.
“And to answer your question,” Scott continued, “I liked the show very much.”
Illyana almost squealed in delight, her eyes going round as his hand tightened on her pussy. “What did you like best?” she asked excitedly.
“Those little bumps-and-grinds you did.”
“You mean these?” Illyana asked, backing away from him, then circling her hips in and out, around and around. “When we shake it all around, then make our legs real wide, turn around, and our skirts fly up so you can see our panties?”
“If that’s the technical term for it,” Scott said laconically, though he was obviously watching intently behind his sunglasses.
“Did that get you hard?”
“I was already hard, you darling girl. That nearly made me come.”
Somehow, the sweet whore managed to blush. “Mr. Summers, the way you talk…”
“You like it.”
“And your cock likes me.” Illyana pulled up her little skirt, holding it daintily around her waist as she undulated her hips, as if she were taking his thrusting drives already.
Scott stood up. “Yes. I think it’s time we remind you how much.”
“I can see how much!” Illyana giggled, whirling around, bending over, arching her ass at him, and working it around in a very slow grind that threw her skirt all the way off its sweet contours. “Do you think you can put all that ‘like’ inside me? Or am I still too tight?”
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Shendude
So, obviously, whatever plot was going has largely vanished, but I don't care, this is hot.
