Headmistress Head

Scarlett is trouble in the best way—everyone knows it. Syren knows it too, and that’s why the girl stands there in her office wearing little but defiance while the older woman circles. If your grades are trash, the rules say you go home. Scarlett doesn’t want the rules. She wants the loophole, and Syren offers one with a slow hand slipping inside her shirt. Fingers find pink nipples already tight, and Syren rolls them, pinching until Scarlett bites her lip and her panties grow dark between her thighs. When she’s slick enough to slide on the leather chair, Syren pushes her down between parted knees. Scarlett licks without hesitation. The first long stroke of her tongue draws a low sound from Syren that says the favor’s accepted. The second stroke shows the girl has done this before—more than once—and intends to stay as long as the tongue-lashing works. Head like that earns extra credit. Syren’s hips roll and her fingers tighten in blonde hair until she comes hard, thighs shaking around the student’s face. For now the campus keeps Scarlett. Tomorrow the game starts again, higher stakes, wetter rewards.