The Beardsley School for Girls 5 2 Carleigh
The pain was secondary to the pleasure she felt. She fucked the plank, slid along the old wood, her juices made the trip back and forth easier as her pussy slid along. She felt a familiar tingling between her legs, but this time it was different. It wasn't her fingers aroused her but a torture device, her pussy forced to rub harshly up and down the edge of the plank, raw, but still brought powerful bursts of pleasure. Headmaster Michael had taken his cock out, his hand wrapped around it,...