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Professor Jason Sarcinelli corners Rose Carter after class, his eyes narrowing like he's got her dead to rights. 'Heard you've been soaking other profs with some prank water gun,' he growls, jabbing a finger at her. 'That's bullshit behavior—hand over the damn device right now.' Rose just smirks, letting out a low chuckle that echoes off the empty desks. 'No device, Professor,' she teases, her voice dripping with mischief. He doubles down, 'Gimme whatever it is!' And bam—Rose doesn't hesitate. She hikes up her skirt, slides a hand into her panties, and starts rubbing her clit like it's her favorite hobby. Fingers plunge in and out, building that slick rhythm until she arches back and squirts a hot gush straight onto Jason's stunned face—her pussy juices drenching him head to toe. He freezes, sputtering, the tangy scent hitting him like a revelation: holy shit, this naughty vixen’s been hosing everyone down with her own squirting skills. Rose licks her lips, eyes gleaming. 'Wanna taste for real, Professor?' That invitation flips a switch in him—his cock twitches hard, cockiness melting into raw hunger. Screw it. He grabs her, bends her over the nearest desk, and slams into her dripping wetness, pounding away in that empty classroom like they've been waiting for this punchline forever.
Professor Jason Sarcinelli corners Rose Carter after class, his eyes narrowing like he's got her dead to rights. 'Heard you've been soaking other profs with some prank water gun,' he growls, jabbing a finger at her. 'That's bullshit behavior—hand over the damn device right now.' Rose just smirks, letting out a low chuckle that echoes off the empty desks. 'No device, Professor,' she teases, her voice dripping with mischief. He doubles down, 'Gimme whatever it is!' And bam—Rose doesn't hesitate. She hikes up her skirt, slides a hand into her panties, and starts rubbing her clit like it's her favorite hobby. Fingers plunge in and out, building that slick rhythm until she arches back and squirts a hot gush straight onto Jason's stunned face—her pussy juices drenching him head to toe. He freezes, sputtering, the tangy scent hitting him like a revelation: holy shit, this naughty vixen’s been hosing everyone down with her own squirting skills. Rose licks her lips, eyes gleaming. 'Wanna taste for real, Professor?' That invitation flips a switch in him—his cock twitches hard, cockiness melting into raw hunger. Screw it. He grabs her, bends her over the nearest desk, and slams into her dripping wetness, pounding away in that empty classroom like they've been waiting for this punchline forever.
