Studenatrix 3

After class Jazmin pins Mr Vegas with a stare that says she owns the room. She seizes his hair and drags him down hard to his knees. "You’re a pathetic little bitch, aren’t you?" she hisses. "My classroom now. Fix my grades while you worship." She orders him to call her Princess Jazmin and to beg before he’s even allowed a breath of her shoes. He gasps when the leather leaves his nostrils and dives straight for her bare feet, tongue working between every toe while she sneers at how low he’s sunk. Then she yanks him up by the skull, buries his face in her skirt, and plants herself on his mouth. Her grin widens when she feels him sucking greedily at the heat between her cheeks; she grinds down harder, voice sharp, riding every desperate gasp until the whole desk shakes.