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At moments she could barely hear his baritone voice over a whooshing hum in her ears. Sislovesme And face to face with Principal Denton in his office, it was mostly the terror that consumed Annabel. “Good girl. She was getting easier. Principal Denton’s hand grabbed her hip and traced down her thigh to the hem of her sundress. Thank you.” The crackly speaker clicked off, ending Mrs. His fingers traced the slit of her cunt, pressing her wetness into her. What if she got pregnant? “Not what, Anna?” He asked. I can feel you in my stomach! “Please fuck me! No! “Yeah, good girl. Fuck me raw! Ms. It was getting easier. “You didn’t say that, slut. “Where,” she asked, her voice anxious and breathy. Like she was a whore. “You love feeling raw, older cock wrecking you. Fisk looked up over her horn-rimmed glasses. Annabel found it hard to care anymore. She writhed, but there was nowhere to go. You want raw Daddy dick, don’t you?” His words were just like the filth she read when she touched herself, as was how he took her, how much bigger than her he was . And she knew it was true. “Yes, Sir, I’m sorry, Sir,” she cried. She moved to the office door before realizing. Bigger, too. “Fuck me, Sir!”
He slapped her ass again as he used her. .”
He leaned down and bit her shoulder as he fucked her, in and out.