Sure, Catherine was still a teacher at the school, but part of her new contract meant that she also had to spend four hours a day in the eighteen-and-older locker rooms as a stress-relief-slut.
“My fucking English teacher wants a fucking five-page paper by next week! That fucking whore!” he said, pounding into her a little harder with each word.
“Michael! I’m your English teacher!” she said.
“I know! Thanks for letting me fuck off some steam about how much of a bitch you are. Now, get ready, ‘cause I’m shoving this cock up your ass next,” he said.
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