Overachiever

Mr. Richards kicks back in the teachers' lounge, feet up, when the door creaks and Kimberly slips inside. He smirks. The girl always shows up wanting something. She lays it out quick: grades slipped from too many after-school gigs, scholarship's on the line unless he tweaks one little exam score. He laughs under his breath. Same play, new stakes. Last time she came begging, he claimed her cherry as payment. Now she scrambles for a better deal and blurts the only thing that might work—if he saves her ass, she’ll let him fuck her raw and bust straight inside her this round. That offer lands. He flips her skirt up on the spot, bends her over the counter, and sinks in deep while the coffee machine gurgles beside them. She gasps, knuckles white on the laminate, taking every thrust. Footsteps echo and another teacher strolls in for a refill; Mr. Richards keeps pumping, trading small talk over her shoulder like they’re just shooting the breeze. Kimberly bites her lip, eyes glassy, body jolting with each hard stroke until he grunts, unloads, and leaves her panting, skirt crooked, cum already leaking down her thigh.