As you begin to thrust into her, Ms. Johnson lets out a sharp cry, arching her back and gripping the edge of the desk tightly. Her nails dig into the wood, leaving little crescents in the paint as she meets your rhythm. Each thrust sends shockwaves through her body, making her moan uncontrollably. You can feel how wet and ready she is, how much she wants this.

Her hands slide down to grasp at your ass, urging you deeper inside of her. "Fuck me harder,"

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as you begin to violently thrust into her, her back arching further and further with each powerful stroke. Her moans fill the empty classroom, echoing off the walls as she feels your cock stretching and filling her completely. Blood trickles down her thighs from where your rough entry has caused tiny cuts in her skin, but she doesn't care; all that matters is this moment, this connection with you.

Candy hesitates for just a moment, glancing back over at Master Ray before returning her attention to the man. "It... it depends on what you'd like to do," she whispers, biting her lower lip nervously. She knows that she has no choice but to trust this man; if she wants to make Master Ray happy, she needs to bring him as much money as possible.

Her gaze drifts downward for a moment, taking in the way the man leers at her body. "I'm new, so...

Candy hesitates for just a moment, glancing back over at Master Ray before returning her attention to the man. "It... it depends on what you'd like to do," she whispers, biting her lower lip nervously. She knows that she has no choice but to trust this man; if she wants to make Master Ray happy, she needs to bring him as much money as possible.

Her gaze drifts downward for a moment, taking in the way the man leers at her body. "