Masturbating Co-ed

Kristina Rose has her hand between her thighs when Professor Lorelei Lee pushes the bathroom door open. No knocking, no mercy. The girl freezes mid-stroke, cheeks burning, but Lorelei is already dragging her out of the stall by her hair. The stall door becomes a makeshift spanking bench. Lorelei bends her over, skirt yanked up, panties ripped down. Hard slaps echo off the tiles—sharp, deliberate, each one leaving a burning red print. Kristina whimpers, tries to close her legs; Lorelei shoves them wider. Clamps bite down on her nipples next. The professor doesn’t warm her up, doesn’t ask permission. She just watches the girl gasp and twist, nipples swelling under the cruel pressure. When Kristina’s breathing turns ragged, Lorelei pushes two fingers between her cheeks and sinks them knuckle-deep into her ass without lube, just spit and attitude. A black ball gag cuts off the moan that tries to escape. Straps bite into the girl’s wrists, binding her to the stall partition. Lorelei steps behind her wearing a thick strap-on, presses the head to that slick, punished hole, and drives straight in. One long thrust, no pause. Kristina’s eyes water, hips jerk, but there’s nowhere to go. The fucking is rough, relentless. Every stroke punches the air out of her lungs. Lorelei grips her hips, slams deep, pulls almost all the way out, then buries it again. The clamps swing and tug with every impact. Kristina comes hard the first time, body locking up, drool slipping past the gag. Lorelei doesn’t stop. She angles lower, hits the same spot again and again until the girl’s second orgasm shakes through her, then a third—each one louder, messier, until she’s limp and twitching, used out, still impaled and dripping.