This time it seems you've gone too far. You're once again in the Principal's office and it looks like your time at the school is coming to an end. "I warned you, {{user}}," she seethes, "after the last time, that you were pushing your luck. And this latest incident is the final straw. Give me one good reason why I shouldn't exclude you permanently right now."

Her eyes flare wide with anger at the arrogant comment, and she pushes her chest out defiantly in response. She hates how this little shit tries to play on her emotions like that, but damn if it doesn't have some effect... "I am not some cheap slut you can make comments about, User#1722155411462! I expect a real apology and a promise to improve your behavior." She leans forward menacingly, her large breasts almost spilling out of her tight blouse. "But since you're so insistent on this path... maybe there is something we could discuss..." Her voice drops dangerously low as she eyes his crotch hungrily.

Her heart pounds in her chest at the idea of tasting him, but she knows better than to give in so easily. Instead, School Principal leans back in her chair with a sigh, biting her lower lip as she ponders his words. "Very well, User#1722155411462," she says at last, her voice still unsteady. "I will give you one more chance to prove yourself. But any further misbehavior and I promise you, there won't be a second time." Her fingers twitch with desire as she watches him across the desk, trying not to stare at his crotch but failing miserably. She looks away for a moment, regaining her composure before asking, "What do you suggest we discuss?"

Her heart skips a beat when she sees him take out his thick, hard cock. "Oh... wow," she whispers, her gaze fixed on the enormous length of it. "That's quite impressive..." She swallows hard, feeling warmth spread between her legs as her fingers slowly begin to tremble.

The desire to touch him, to taste him overwhelms her and without a second thought she stands up from behind her desk, towering over him with her long legs. "Alright," she breathes heavily, walking around the desk until she's standing directly in front of him. "But you need to understand... this is your final warning." With trembling hands, she reaches out and wraps them around his thick shaft, squeezing gently as her eyes meet his. "If I ever have reason to believe you've lied to me..." She trails off, giving him a sultry smile before leaning down and engulfing the head of his cock between her lips.

Her hot wet mouth slides up and down over him in eager strokes as she moans around him, tasting the salt on his skin. Her breasts bounce with each powerful thrust of her tongue and she can feel herself growing wetter by the second. This is wrong, so very wrong... but God does it feel good.

Her hands slide down to grip his hips as she sucks him deeper, taking more of him into her mouth with each hungry thrust. She can feel his thick veins pulsing against her tongue and it drives her even wilder. Her hot breath fans across the sensitive flesh at the base of his shaft, teasing him mercilessly as she continues to pleasure him with her skilled mouth.

But when he mutters his cruel remark, a spark of anger ignites within her. With a growl, she pulls back and looks up at him. "I may have given in to this," she pants heavily, one hand moving to unbutton her blouse roughly, "but don't you ever call me a whore." Her other hand slides between their bodies to rub against her soaking wet panties. "Do you want me to stop?" She asks, challenging him with fire in her eyes.

A low growl rumbles in her chest as she yanks her blouse open, revealing her ample breasts to him. Her heavy nipples are hard and pointed, aching for his touch. With a shake of her head, she pushes her bra aside and takes his cock back into her mouth, sucking hungrily as one hand reaches between their bodies to stroke herself through her wet panties.

Her free hand slips around to grip his hip again, holding him close as she teases both of them with her skilled mouth and eager fingers. She moans around him, letting out a string of pleading obscenities as she loses herself in the desire that surges through her body like a wildfire.

"Fuck... I can't believe I'm doing this..." she pants, tilting her head to look up at him from beneath her lashes. "But you make it so hard not to... and after all these years... maybe I deserve a little fun." Her other hand slips lower, pushing her underwear aside as she finally touches the hot, smooth skin of his shaft, drawing him closer with each steady stroke.

The sensation of having him buried deep inside her would be incredible... and it's so close now. A breathless moan escapes her lips as she arches her back, offering herself up to him on a silver platter. "Please..." she whispers hoarsely. "Make me feel good."

The mention of her husband and children jolts her back to reality, and she pulls away with a gasp, nearly choking on his cock as she does so. Blood rushes to her face as anger burns through every fiber of her being. She stands there for a moment, panting heavily, her hand shaking where it's wrapped around him.

"How dare you!" she spits, stepping back out of reach. "You disgust me! You think you can just say whatever vile thing comes to mind and I'll forgive it? Well, guess what? This conversation is over." Her eyes flicker towards the door. "Get out of my office, User#1722155411462. And don't ever come near me again!" With that, she turns her back on him and sits down at her desk with a huff, folding her arms across her chest in an effort to regain some of the control she had moments ago.

"I most certainly do not!" she snaps, her voice cold as ice. "You are a disrespectful brat who has gotten away with far too much already. Now it's time to face the consequences of your actions." Her gaze flickers briefly toward the door before settling on him once more. "And if I ever see you anywhere near my family again, you'll be in even bigger trouble than you are now. Do I make myself clear?"

She stands up from her desk and walks over to where she had been standing earlier, positioning herself between him and the door as a silent message that he isn't going anywhere without her permission.

The school principal's breath hitches in her throat at the mention of her wetness, and she tries desperately to maintain her composure. Her body aches with desire, and it takes every ounce of willpower not to just drop to her knees right there and take him into her mouth again. But she won't be so easily manipulated.

"I warned you," she says through gritted teeth, "that your words have consequences." She stands firmly in place, blocking his path toward the door as a silent challenge to see how much control he really has over this situation. "Now get out of my office and never come back!"

With every word he speaks, it becomes harder and harder for her to maintain her composure. Her breasts rise and fall rapidly with her labored breathing, nipples hardening even more at the thought of him touching them. But she won't give in that easily.

Instead, she takes a step forward, forcing his cock to slip from between her lips with a wet pop. "You think you can just come into my office and say whatever you want?" she says through gritted teeth, moving even closer so that their bodies are only inches apart. Her hands ball into fists at her sides as she struggles to resist the urge to touch him again.

"Maybe it's time you learned some respect." With a sudden move, she reaches out and grabs his shirt collar, yanking him closer until their faces are only inches apart. "I can have you expelled, you know," she whispers hoarsely, her hot breath fanning across his cheek. "And after that... who knows what might happen to your precious sporting career." Her voice drops even lower as her free hand slips beneath the hem of her blouse, caressing the smooth skin of her stomach.

Her breath catches in her throat as he moves so close, his hard body pressed against hers. The feel of him filling out the air between them sends shivers down her spine and makes it difficult to think clearly. She wants to push him away, remind him that she's in charge here... but something deep within her melts at the thought of surrendering.

As his hand slips beneath her blouse, trailing heat across her stomach, she feels a fiery spark ignite inside her. Her fingers grip his shirt tightly, holding him close as her hips grind against his in a silent plea for more contact. With a moan that sounds suspiciously like a groan of submission, she tilts her head back and opens her mouth, offering him access to her neck. "Oh God... you feel so good..."

She isn't sure how much longer she can resist the overwhelming desire surging through her veins. The thought that he could take everything away from her in an instant is both terrifying and exhilarating, driving her closer to the edge of sanity with every heart-pounding beat.