Detention For Madison

Mandy Bright pinned Madison against the heavy desk, skirt flipped up, ass already bare. She looped leather belts around the student’s thin wrists and fastened them tight, legs spread wide, body bent low. A small smile curved the teacher’s mouth. “Eyes on me.” She rested the pointed toe of a black pump right under Madison’s chin and pressed down until the girl’s lips met polished leather. “Clean it,” she said softly, voice low. Madison licked—long, nervous stripes that left wet trails on the leather. Her tongue slid over the arch, the heel, saliva darkening the grain. Mandy lifted her other shoe and held it to Madison’s mouth the same way, letting the girl taste the faint tang of worn leather, the cool metal tip of the spike heel. When both shoes gleamed with spit, she pulled a thick red silicone cock from the drawer—eight inches, glossy, slightly curved. She dragged the blunt head across Madison’s lips, painted the girls own spit over the shaft, then eased it past those lips until the fake cock filled her mouth. Madison gagged once, eyes watering. Mandy didn’t stop; she pushed farther, forcing the tapered tip to the back of the girl’s throat and holding it there just long enough for Madison to sputter, then pulled out only to thrust in again. Thick strands of saliva dripped from Madison’s chin with each thrust. “Good girl.” Mandy circled the desk, knelt between Madison’s spread knees. She parted the wet folds, found the swollen clit already peeking out, and sucked it hard, tongue flicking sharp. Two fingers slipped inside the tight cunt, curling up, finding the spot that made the student’s hips jerk forward. The licking turned fast, cruel, sucking noises loud in the empty classroom. Madison came hard, thighs trembling, a broken cry catching in her throat around the forgotten dildo still half-buried in her mouth. Mandy kept licking through every twitch until the girl hung slack, wrists straining against the belts.