Hey guys... Hope your new year has come in with a bang.  Some changes are coming for me and this will be my last week in Alpharetta. Hope we can fufill some fantasies for you.  I am still doing incredible doubles with Danica... Here is a little taste of this naughty schoolgirl...
“Be still, girl,” he ordered and I tried to do so.
“Hmph,” he muttered.  “Kneel on the floor.”
I knew I was in trouble now.  This was the age-old test for skirt length. “When kneeling, skirts shall touch the floor,” the rule book said.  I knew mine wouldn’t come close.  I knelt, and there were a good six inches between the hem of my skirt and the floor.  I was doomed.  Mr. Stewart stood over me glowering and I felt even more conscious of my open blouse.  The leopard print bra I wore wasn’t precisely against the rules, but I was sure it wouldn’t help....
Slowly my blouse came off then the punisment began, first with spanking then onto the rest...
He began moving in and out of me, fucking me, fucking my pussy like he had my mouth.  With each stroke he pushed deeper, and he began moving faster, harder.  The pain was miraculously gone now, and there was just a deep throbbing, pulsing, a gathering of energy deep inside me.  He pounded into me, gasping behind me, his big hands holding me tight and his heavy body mashing me into the desk.  He fucked me harder, and I felt his big balls swing up and smack into my cunt, and it felt good!  I began to push back against him with each stroke, wanting to take him in deeper, wanting all of him, wanting it harder, faster.  I was wanton, frenzied.  His breath was loud and ragged, and my own mixed with whimpers and moans, groans and sighs as we pushed against each other, harder, faster, his big rod pounding into me like a locomotive, irresistible, powerful, so big, so hard…