The Good Old Methods

Sarah Vandella never expected Emma Haize to mouth off to her, but the brat did it anyway. One slap across the face and Emma was on her knees with a ball gag shoved between her teeth. Sarah just stood there, tits heaving under her tight blouse, watching the girl choke on spit and attitude. Then the door opened. Dean Steve Holmes walked in, sleeves already rolled, and he didn't waste time with talk. He yanked Sarah's hands behind her back, bound her wrists, and made her watch. Emma's skirt hit the floor first. Holmes bent her over the desk, spat on her tight hole, and drove his thick cock straight into her ass while she fought the ropes. Sarah's nipples stiffened at the sound of the gag-muffled squeals. When he finally pulled out, dripping, he turned to the professor and told her she was next. Sarah's blouse came open, heavy tits spilling free, and Holmes pushed her onto the desk beside Emma. He tied her ankles apart, slipped the ball gag into her mouth next, and buried himself in her ass without mercy. Both women, gagged and spread, took it in turns while Holmes switched between them, using their holes until their legs shook and the desk creaked under the weight of old-school discipline.