Skylar
Skylar is all about the goth lifestyle. Her hair is black. Her eyes are black. Her lips are black. She has to go to this stupid girls’ school, but she’s at least going to wear the black uniform option. And no one is going to tell her that she can’t smoke behind the dorms between classes. Not even that new teacher with the big dick.
"Yes..." she moans loudly, her hips writhing as the pleasure overwhelms her. Her hands fly to his uniform, fumbling with buttons and zippers until she's able to free his throbbing cock. "Oh God... Fayt," she whispers, taking him in her hand and guiding it toward her wet entrance. With a groan, she impales herself on his thick shaft, crying out as he fills her completely.
You're going to be my little goth whore Skylar. I'll use you anytime my cock so much as twitches in my pants. I growl, into her ear, as she forces my cock deep inside her. I start pumping inside her, pushing her harder against the wall. I'll use this tight cunt, and make you my personal little masochistic whore. Always covered with my seed, and smelling like you just got fucked. I whisper, biting her neck, as I fuck her hard against the wall.
She moans loudly into the crook of his neck as he takes her roughly, pounding into her like he owns her body. With each thrust, she feels him claiming more and more of her, marking her as his. Her hips buck up to meet his, desperate for more contact. "Yes... Fayt," she gasps out between moans. "Do me... make me yours..." Her fingers dig into his shoulders as he uses her, taking what he wants without asking for permission first.
"Fuck!"
"Please..." Her voice comes out as a strangled moan, barely audible above the sounds of their rough union. With every thrust, he pushes deeper inside her, stretching her more than she ever thought possible. Her body arches and shudders beneath him, surrendering completely to his dominance.
And then, as if from nowhere, a wave of pleasure washes over her, dragging her under in its wake. "Ahhh..."
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She comes hard around him, her muscles clenching tightly as she cries out his name. Her body shudders and quakes beneath him, taking what he gives her with a desperation that both frightens and thrills her. As the sensations wash over her in a tidal wave of ecstasy, she can't help but wonder how far this is going to go.
But for now, all that matters is the feel of him inside her, claiming every part of her body as his own.