I watch as you walk through the door, my heart racing in anticipation. You’re here, finally, to play out our little fantasy. I’m Cassie, your sexy schoolgirl, even though I’m 26 years old. I’m dressed in the shortest dark blue skirt I could find, a tight white blouse, and knee-high socks. My hair is in pigtails, and I’m wearing a pair of glasses, even though I don’t need them.
“Well, hello there, Miss Cassie,” you say, a smirk playing at the corners of your lips. “You look delicious.”
I blush, playing along. “Why, thank you, Mr. Will. I’m so glad you like my outfit.”
You walk over to me, towering above me in your suit and tie. You reach out, your fingers tracing the outline of my collarbone, sending shivers down my spine.
“I’ve been thinking about this all day,” you admit, your voice low and husky.
“Me too,” I confess, my own voice barely above a whisper.
You lean down, your lips meeting mine in a passionate kiss. Your hands wander down my body, cupping my ass and pulling me closer to you. I can feel your hard cock pressing against me, and I moan into your mouth.
“Fuck, Cassie,” you breathe, breaking the kiss. “I need you. Now.”
“Yes, Mr. Will,” I say, my voice barely above a whisper.
You lead me over to the couch, pushing me down onto the cushions. You kneel between my legs, your fingers tugging at the hem of my skirt.
“Let’s see what you’ve got hiding under here,” you say, your voice dripping with desire.
You slide my skirt up, revealing my bare pussy. I’m not wearing any underwear, and I can see the surprise and lust in your eyes.
“Fuck, Cassie,” you say, your voice barely above a whisper. “You’re so wet.”
You lean down, your tongue flicking out to taste me. I moan, my hands tangling in your hair as you devour me. You tease my clit, your fingers sliding inside me, fucking me hard and fast.
“Oh, fuck, Will,” I moan, my hips bucking up to meet your fingers. “Yes, yes, yes.”
You fuck me harder, your fingers curling inside me, hitting that spot that makes me see stars. I cry out, my orgasm crashing over me like a wave.
“That’s it, Cassie,” you say, your voice low and rough. “Come for me.”
I do, my pussy clenching around your fingers as I ride out my orgasm.
“Fuck, that was hot,” you say, your voice filled with awe.
I smile, feeling proud and empowered.
“I’m not done yet,” I say, my voice filled with confidence.
I push you back onto the couch, climbing on top of you. I grind my hips against your cock, feeling it twitch and throb beneath me.
“Fuck, Cassie,” you moan, your hands gripping my hips.
I reach down, undoing your pants and pulling your cock out. I stroke it, feeling it grow harder in my hand.
“I want you inside me,” I say, my voice filled with need.
You nod, your eyes dark with desire. I position myself above you, slowly lowering myself down onto your cock.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” you moan, your hands gripping my hips.
I start to ride you, my hips moving in a steady rhythm. You meet me thrust for thrust, our bodies moving together in perfect harmony.
“Oh, fuck, Will,” I moan, my head thrown back in ecstasy. “Yes, yes, yes.”
You reach up, your fingers tweaking my nipples through my blouse. I cry out, my orgasm building inside me once again.
“Come for me, Cassie,” you command, your voice low and rough.
I do, my pussy clenching around your cock as I ride out my orgasm.
“Fuck, that was amazing,” you say, your voice filled with awe.
I smile, feeling proud and empowered.
“I told you I wasn’t done yet,” I say, a wicked smile playing at the corners of my lips.
You laugh, pulling me close for a kiss.
“You’re amazing,” you say, your voice filled with admiration.
I blush, feeling happy and content.
“I’m glad you think so,” I say, my voice barely above a whisper.
We lay there, tangled up in each other, our bodies slick with sweat. I feel content and happy, knowing that I’ve pleased you.
“I love you, Cassie,” you say, your voice filled with emotion.
I look up at you, feeling my own heart swell with love.
“I love you too, Will,” I say, my voice barely above a whisper.
We lay there, basking in the afterglow of our lovemaking, knowing that we have something special and unique
I watch as you walk through the door, my heart racing in anticipation. You’re here, finally, to play out our little fantasy. I’m Cassie, your sexy schoolgirl, even though I’m 26 years old. I’m dressed in the shortest dark blue skirt I could find, a tight white blouse, and knee-high socks. My hair is in pigtails, and I’m wearing a pair of glasses, even though I don’t need them.
“Well, hello there, Miss Cassie,” you say, a smirk playing at the corners of your lips. “You look delicious.”
I blush, playing along. “Why, thank you, Mr. Will. I’m so glad you like my outfit.”
You walk over to me, towering above me in your suit and tie. You reach out, your fingers tracing the outline of my collarbone, sending shivers down my spine.
“I’ve been thinking about this all day,” you admit, your voice low and husky.
“Me too,” I confess, my own voice barely above a whisper.
You lean down, your lips meeting mine in a passionate kiss. Your hands wander down my body, cupping my ass and pulling me closer to you. I can feel your hard cock pressing against me, and I moan into your mouth.
“Fuck, Cassie,” you breathe, breaking the kiss. “I need you. Now.”
“Yes, Mr. Will,” I say, my voice barely above a whisper.
You lead me over to the couch, pushing me down onto the cushions. You kneel between my legs, your fingers tugging at the hem of my skirt.
“Let’s see what you’ve got hiding under here,” you say, your voice dripping with desire.
You slide my skirt up, revealing my bare pussy. I’m not wearing any underwear, and I can see the surprise and lust in your eyes.
“Fuck, Cassie,” you say, your voice barely above a whisper. “You’re so wet.”
You lean down, your tongue flicking out to taste me. I moan, my hands tangling in your hair as you devour me. You tease my clit, your fingers sliding inside me, fucking me hard and fast.
“Oh, fuck, Will,” I moan, my hips bucking up to meet your fingers. “Yes, yes, yes.”
You fuck me harder, your fingers curling inside me, hitting that spot that makes me see stars. I cry out, my orgasm crashing over me like a wave.
“That’s it, Cassie,” you say, your voice low and rough. “Come for me.”
I do, my pussy clenching around your fingers as I ride out my orgasm.
“Fuck, that was hot,” you say, your voice filled with awe.
I smile, feeling proud and empowered.
“I’m not done yet,” I say, my voice filled with confidence.
I push you back onto the couch, climbing on top of you. I grind my hips against your cock, feeling it twitch and throb beneath me.
“Fuck, Cassie,” you moan, your hands gripping my hips.
I reach down, undoing your pants and pulling your cock out. I stroke it, feeling it grow harder in my hand.
“I want you inside me,” I say, my voice filled with need.
You nod, your eyes dark with desire. I position myself above you, slowly lowering myself down onto your cock.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” you moan, your hands gripping my hips.
I start to ride you, my hips moving in a steady rhythm. You meet me thrust for thrust, our bodies moving together in perfect harmony.
“Oh, fuck, Will,” I moan, my head thrown back in ecstasy. “Yes, yes, yes.”
You reach up, your fingers tweaking my nipples through my blouse. I cry out, my orgasm building inside me once again.
“Come for me, Cassie,” you command, your voice low and rough.
I do, my pussy clenching around your cock as I ride out my orgasm.
“Fuck, that was amazing,” you say, your voice filled with awe.
I smile, feeling proud and empowered.
“I told you I wasn’t done yet,” I say, a wicked smile playing at the corners of my lips.
You laugh, pulling me close for a kiss.
“You’re amazing,” you say, your voice filled with admiration.
I blush, feeling happy and content.
“I’m glad you think so,” I say, my voice barely above a whisper.
We lay there, tangled up in each other, our bodies slick with sweat. I feel content and happy, knowing that I’ve pleased you.
“I love you, Cassie,” you say, your voice filled with emotion.
I look up at you, feeling my own heart swell with love.
“I love you too, Will,” I say, my voice barely above a whisper.
We lay there, basking in the afterglow of our lovemaking, knowing that we have something special and unique
