“I’m going to get you Molly.” He chased after me through the empty auditorium. “You can’t call my parents.” I cried. Sex Say it.”
I slowly repeated it back to him through my tears. I’ve always been a little bit afraid of Mr. Slowly his lips became more insistent. “I knew you weren’t a good girl, a good girl would never be this dripping.” Slowly he pumped the finger in and out of my pussy. “Mr. Martin any angrier. I pushed him off of me. I gasped at the unexpected feeling. “Let’s go back stage” He said pulling me with him. I gasped at the unexpected feeling. Let you see what happens to little whores who walk around the school with their shirts unbuttoned . I stood as still as possible hoping that if I did not move he would grow board with me soon. He wiped at the tears running down my face and muttered, “Now that’s a good girl, be still.”
Then I felt his lips on mine. Quickly he pulled his cock almost all the way out of me, before slamming it back into me. “Well, then what would a fitting punishment for a little slut like you?
