She feels he there look after her, he is her angel. After few minutes of walking she find him looking at her, she gazes down controlling her blush and...walks slowly. As she came close to him her heart beats faster than usual and she almost could hear them. As she passed inhaling the cologne which magnetized her she sighs a bit. But she finds someone holding her hand and she felt almost her heart might come out from her chest. He was holding her hand and she stood there no flinching by stranger. Rowanberry was shirtless; his blonde haired chest a true spectacle to the innocent, uncorrupted girls. Next, he began to unbuckle his belt; Lilly nervously looked away and squeezed the edge of her desk. She assured herself to not look up again. However, as soon as she heard his trousers fall to the floor, a second wave of gasps, sighs, and intakes of breath circulated around her. She noticed Marianne's back in front of her tense. Marianne turned around to exchange a look with Diana. Her face. "Since you seem to require a deeper lesson with more personal attention, perhaps you’d desire a class participation session?" Her mouth opened and she inhaled audibly. I released her hair and slipped my arms beneath her, lifting her body off the desk in a furious, controlled rage. I carried her, a bare-assed rag doll, to the empty desk in the front of the row, and draped her unceremoniously over the desktop. Her exposed pussy faced the boys she had teased previously, and they gaped and poked at. Tell me. Tell me you’re my bad little girl.”“I’m your bad little girl,” Carl squeaked. “I’m your, your little slut...” His last word became a gasp as Tom thrust even harder. As he did, Carl suddenly felt the pain lessen and an incredible feeling of pleasure go through his entire body. He let slip a moan of intense ecstasy as Tom thrust deep inside him once more, sending waves of delight through him. How could this be happening? He was being fucked like a girl, and somehow, it felt...“Oh, my.