Tillie has better breasts, a handful, perky, and real as fuck.
My jaw grinds as I watch Tillie slide off the desk as smooth as butter, straddling our fucking teacher’s lap who gasps when my girl’s incredible body grinds against hers with one hip roll.
“Please. I want to come, make me come!” The desperation from Mrs.Sullivan reeks. I’m an idiot for ever hooking up with her.
“You're dying to come, aren’t you?” Tillie asks, leaning forward to skim her lips along the other woman's mouth.
I’ve had enough, I’m about to make my presence known to stop this and bruise her fucking ass for kissing someone who isn’t me or the guys.
“It’s killing me. Touch me. Please, touch my pussy.” Mrs.Sullivan throws her head back, letting out a moan as Tillie drags her fingers down fake breasts and stomach, stopping just shy of our teacher's underwear.
“I’ll kill you,” Tillie whispers seriously, bringing her other hand that was hiding behind her back forward and wrapping the cord quickly around Mrs.Sullivan's neck before she knows what’s happening.
“Wha–what are you doing?!” The pathetic teacher who preys on her students just asked the dumbest question known to mankind.
She should have realized the whole time she’s been in the classroom alone with a very, very dangerous woman. Being a predator, having sex with her students, and getting away with it made her think she’s invincible. Guess she’s about to learn she’s not.
“I wouldn’t touch your dried-up cunt with a ten-foot pole, you fucking pedo. You think I’d just let it slide that you’ve touched what’s mine and eye fuck him every chance you get?” Tillie grits out between her teeth, tightening the cord around Mrs.Sullivan’s throat until her face starts turning an ugly shade of purple while she struggles.
A small chuckle slips past my lips, causing Tillie’s head to whip around with murder in her glare before she realizes it’s me.
“Little bitch, you surprise me at every turn. Don’t ever change.” I’m completely honest, I love this badass Goddess before me.
I stride across the room with my hands in my pockets and whistle when I glance over her shoulder at the panicked, wide eyes of Mrs.Sullivan who looks at me like I’m going to save her.
“This isn’t how it looks.” Tillie bats innocent, brown eyes up at me, her fist pulling the cord tighter while the pedo claws at her throat as her air supply is suddenly blocked.
“You don’t say? Looks to me like you're trying to kill your teacher.” I rub my hand across my mouth, hiding my smile.
“Thank God. I thought you would think I was cheating on you guys.” Her shoulders relax and she smiles shyly up at me with a blush coloring her tan cheeks.
“I’m sorry but you can’t kill her. Dead teacher brings the news station to the school and Franco wouldn’t be pleased about that.” I huff out a breath, sad I’m ruining her fun but maybe I can help have fun another way without killing anyone.
“Fuckin Franco.” She growls under her breath and starts to let go of the cord with a sigh until I place my hand over hers to stop her.
“I have an idea,” I say, eyeing the flag pole behind the desk.
“And just like that, I’m suddenly scared,” Tillie jokes, easing off Mrs.Sullivan’s lap but keeping her in place by not loosening the cord. “Well?”
I wink at her and kick the chair Mrs.Sullivan is sitting in back, the wheels rolling her into the wall right under the flagpole. The cord loosens for a second as it slips from Tillie’s grip and the only sound you can hear is gasping breaths as someone's air supply returns and a sob escapes her pedo lips. I don’t waste time. I walk behind her chair and grab the loose piece of the cord, pulling it until Mrs.Sullivan is wiggling like a soon to be dead fish. I keep pulling until I can reach high up to wrap the cord around the pole. If she holds still, she won’t choke too much but if she keeps kicking and wiggling, I’d give her about five minutes before she kills herself.
“I wouldn’t move if I were you. It doesn’t take long for all the oxygen to leave the brain as you choke to death.” My words must have gotten through to her because she stops struggling but keeps sobbing, her chest heaving for breath.
“Now what?” Tillie asks from behind me and when I turn around, she’s up on the desk again, swinging her legs back and forth.
I reach out for her, placing both of the palms of my hands on her cheeks, and gaze at her upturned face.
“Now, I confess my undying love to this amazing, beautiful, badass, little bitch.” I speak from the heart, telling the truth as I look into her shining, brown eyes.
“Make me yours.” She grabs my vest and pulls me into a kiss that almost has my knees buckling.
I trace the indent of her lips, sliding my tongue along the crease of her bottom lip. A deep groan slips out of my mouth at the taste of her strawberry chapstick, fresh peppermint from her toothpaste, and the just Tillie taste that's natural, sweet. It’s addicting. She opens her mouth on a moan, pulling me closer until she can wrap her legs around my waist. I slide my tongue against hers, lips locked together and only coming up for air until my nose is skimming the other side of hers. Her skirt gathers around her hips as she leans back with a deep exhale, and quickly works my belt and jeans undone as if she’s as desperate as I am to feel her.
We both ignore the loud sobbing behind me and I couldn't care less if the fucking teacher can see us fucking. She’ll see me claiming my girl.
Tillie yanks my jeans down to my thighs and scoots to the edge of the desk, pulling her panties to the side so I can see how glistening wet her pussy is. Dripping and all mine to fuck. This time, she doesn’t look at my cock as if it’s going to attack her, she looks hungry as hell as she stares at my hard length.
“You have the biggest dick, I swear. Put your cock in me right now,” she bosses me, gripping the base of my cock to guide it towards her pussy, rubbing the pulsing tip along her clit and pleasuring herself that has me hanging by a thread.
