Trans Reform School #11

Chelsea never learns and Mr. Smith never stands a chance. She slips the hem of her skirt aside and lets that massive cock spring free—thick, heavy, already drooling at the tip. His mouth drops open like someone just played a joke on him, but the laugh never quite forms because she’s on him next second, shoving the fat head past his lips before he decides what to call it. He chokes around the girthy length, spit rolling down his chin while she laughs soft and low, tugging his hair so he has to swallow every inch. When he finally gets his hands under her ass and flips her, it’s her turn to gasp as he pins her down and rams into her tight hole, skin slapping fast and wet. They grind, bite, moan, and don’t let up until the sheets are wrecked and the whole reform-school dorm can hear the filthy applause. A perfect score, if you’re keeping track.