high school uniform fuck

She walks the hallway in that tight skirt and button-up, all innocent ‘til the jock shoves her against the lockers. No one’s watching—just her panting, him yanking her panties down, that vergota sliding in deep. She moans ‘no’ but sends her hips back harder, riding him slow, then fast, then perrito-style till her uniform’s wrinkled and her panocha’s dripping. Principal’s gonna smell her on his desk tomorrow.