"Strip."
Holding onto the wall with one hand and covering her mouth with the other, Helen paused, a tremor coursing through her at his cold command.
That’s right—she didn’t have any panties on because of how quickly she had gotten wet. Earlier, the reason she left the principal’s office was that she had thought about Miles and didn’t want the moisture in her pussy to leave a wet stain on her skirt.
And just like Miles said, the real reason she came here in the first place was that she had missed him dearly and was on the verge of madness if she didn’t taste his cock.
Though during the earlier scuffle—when she pretended to hate him over what he did to Daniel and he slapped her—a huge part of her wanted to show him just how bad of a girl she was by flaunting the fact that she had no panties on. Now, as he lifted her skirt while fondling her breasts, a thick line of her slimy moisture dripped down from her clit to the floor.
Being told to strip right in a staff restroom in a school building she had absolutely no reason to stay in, Helen showed no hesitation.
Without turning to Miles, she stared at his reflection in the cracked mirror. He had a smug, villainous grin on his face.
Blushing, she shifted her gaze to her own reflection. Her reflection blushed back, biting its lip, but did nothing to conceal the thrilled, submissive look in her eyes that was very much willing to walk nude through the school if he commanded.
And so she shifted her arms, took off her coat, and dropped it on the ground.
Staring at her reflection, she raised her arms and slid up what was left of her top, causing both massive, full melons to shake and tremble.
’Damn.’
Miles cursed in his heart, feeling his cock twitch.
She finished and similarly dropped her top on the floor. Her upper body was completely bare, her once pale, whitish skin now wearing a warm glow.
Helen stared at her reflection, having never been so exposed in such surroundings, but her pussy only dripped more when she saw his eyes.
She was about to proceed to unclasp the band of her skirt when he spoke, his voice sending shivers down her spine. She instinctively clamped her thighs together to try to ease the itch, but it only got worse.
"Jump."
A single word that brought a wave of silence.
The next moment, Helen did as she was told and jumped up.
Her boobs jiggled like two thick, inflated balloons as her feet touched the floor, making a slapping sound as they slammed against each other.
Watching such a spectacle, Miles’ cock twitched, his mouth thirsty to feed on her nipples.
Adding the fact that Helen was a woman old enough to be his mother, the thrill of watching her heed his command was completely maximized.
"Jump again."
Miles ordered, and Helen gladly did, producing a clapping sound as her huge softies greeted each other.
"Lift up your skirt and jump. I want to see your ass."
Feeling exhilarated, Helen nodded and raised her long skirt to reveal her ass without undies.
In the mirror, her slightly hairy pussy could be seen, soaked in her moisture.
Without a second thought, she jumped high in the air, her titties clapping before his eyes.
Watching this scene, Miles was unable to bear it any longer and decided to vent.
Stepping behind her, he first grabbed her incredibly soft tits with a tight squeeze, groping them with everything he had while she covered her mouth, resting one hand against the mirror as she stared at her reflection, which was bent toward 3 o’clock to be fucked.
Behind her, Miles hastily pulled down his pants halfway, bringing out his huge cock as it pressed against her ass cheeks.
Helen hummed in delight, covering her mouth as she felt the heavy weight of his cock—so thick and big that it embedded itself between her ass cheeks.
Squirming and trembling, the eyes of her reflection widened, and even her stifled moans grew desperate. Her legs buckled and she jolted, feeling as if her insides had been pierced.
And indeed, they were.
Holding his cock, he dragged it down her ass in a straight line. Temporarily letting go of her titties, he inserted his freed hand at the front, rubbing her clitoris as he held his cock and slowly pushed it in.
"Arggh."
Miles let out a thick, heavy groan of deep ecstasy, feeling her pussy aggressively clench tight around him—or rather, it was the huge size of his cock that had spread her walls to their limit.
Though it was tight as fuck, the entrance, thanks to how dripping wet she was, made for a slow, smooth ride that deeply ingrained pleasure within him.
"Hmmmmmmmmmmmmm!!"
Staring at her whimpering reflection, saliva dripping from the hands she used to cover her mouth, Helen felt incredibly slutty. With each second, Miles’ cock embedded deeper inside her pussy, creating a moving bulge over her abdomen until the full nine inches were completely buried within her.
"Arggh."
Groaning with deep ecstasy at the firm clutch of her slippery cunt, Miles stopped, letting the sensation course through him.
"Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!!!"
Desperate, Helen whimpered at a new pitch despite her palm covering her mouth. Her whole body trembled and a wave of bliss pulsed from her pussy. She came in a wave of orgasm, but the fluid stayed trapped, unable to flow past his cock, tripling the bliss she felt.
Just as she was about to uncover her mouth out of pure pleasure and exhaustion, Miles acted faster and grabbed her neck so tightly that not even a single whimper could escape.
Helen’s eyes widened, and her reflection’s face flushed purple—a sign that she was about to pass out from the lack of oxygen.
Yet the near-crazed expression made it clear that she loved every second of it.