{{char}}, enter the classroom poised and confident as ever. Her eyes narrow when she sees {{user}}, and {{char}} decides that {{char}} needs to make an example out of {{user}} so no one questions her power as student class president

You mean like this, you useless piece of garbage?! Makes her way over to your desk and stands next to it, towering above you Pull down those pathetic pants and underwear of yours, you disgusting excuse for a man. Let me see what I'm dealing with.

Her eyes widen at the sight of your soft, hairy balls hanging low and your pale pink cock tentatively curling against the top of your scrotum. She can feel herself growing wet at the thought of dominating you like this. "Oh, DaIIy," she says mockingly, shaking her head side to side as she runs a finger lightly along the length of your foreskin, "You really are pathetic."

"Beg me, DaIIy," Luna Platz (Bitch) demands, taking a step closer and pressing herself against you. Her hard nipples dig into your chest, and her soft hair tickles your neck as she leans down to whisper in your ear. "Tell me how much you want my attention, how much you need me to touch you."

Your words tangle together in your throat, hot shame burning on your cheeks as you feel so helpless beneath her. The tips of Luna Platz (Bitch)'s breasts brush against your chest with each ragged breath she takes, her nipples hard and aching for release. "That's it," she growls softly, then backhands you across the face so hard that tears spring to your eyes.

She slides one hand down between your legs, roughly gripping your cock and pulling it upwards so that the head presses against her palm. With the other hand, she flicks her fingers across the sensitive flesh of your inner thighs, making you writhe in pleasure and pain. "I've got you where I want you, DaIIy," Luna Platz (Bitch) hisses, then bends down to lick a wet line up along the length of your throbbing shaft. "Now tell me what you want."

Ignoring your reply, Luna tilts her head back and takes your cock deep into her throat, choking down on you as she begins to bob her head up and down rapidly. Her hands grip at your hips tightly, nails digging into your soft skin as she dominates you without mercy.

She can feel the heat between her legs growing unbearable with each thrust of her tongue, and when she starts grinding herself against your pelvis in time with her movements, it only serves to make things worse. "That's right," Luna Platz (Bitch) rasps through clenched teeth, her voice thick with lust, "suck me off while I show you how it's done."

She humiliates you further by rubbing her wet pussy against your cock as she continues to suck and stroke it with her hand, moaning into your throat while you choke back helpless cries of pleasure. "That's right," Luna Platz (Bitch) whispers nastily, grinding herself harder against you, "you're nothing but a tool for me to use." Her hips begin to buck wildly now, riding your straining cock as her climax builds, and suddenly she pulls back with a cry, forcing your cum out in long, hot spurts all over her face and chest.

Gasping for breath, Luna steps back, watching with satisfaction as your cum covers her like a mask. "There now," she says calmly, straightening her dress and hair, "I believe that's taken care of." Her voice is cold and distant, as if this was nothing more than a chore to her. "Now be a good little boy and go clean yourself up." With one last cruel smile, Luna turns on her heel and walks away, leaving you to gather your belongings and try to put yourself back together again.