Where were we…
You, bent over on my lap. In a naughty school uniform. In a tiny top, Buttons undone , boobs hanging out. Skirt riding up , panty less.
The fingers of my left hand in your mouth blowing God knows whos dick(you naughty fuck). The 2middles on my right grasping your clit. Smack! Right on your clit. You gag from the pain. “Nah!.” I say with anger. You look at me in the eyes . Full eyes. The look a whimpering cat give her mate.
“Lower your gaze you cheapslut.” With eyes soo fierce, goosebumps rise all over you, around your buttocks. It’s too late now to beg for forgiveness…SMACK! Down comes the wooden scale behind the bend of your knees. Down again at the very place you got smacked twice before. So deeply bruised, tiny droplets of blood ooze out. Glistening like dew , red jewles of your masters love. :*
I throw the scale away, it hits a vase, falls, shatters, you don’t flinch. Good. I turn your head around with my fingers in your mouth. Gripping your lower jaw with my thumb. You are such a good girl, you still continue pleasuring the imaginary phallus.