Pete couldn’t help but laugh as she stood in front of him, still half naked, her breasts swaying wildly as she angrily gesticulated at him whilst giving him an earful. She was even more gorgeous now than she had been moments before. He rubbed his stinging cheek and just then his hand shot out towards her. His fingers wrapped themselves around her elegant neck. He did not apply enough pressure to hamper her breathing, but his grasp was easily strong enough to keep her in place. He pulled her panting figure closer to his own frame and stared into her eyes.<br/><strong><br/>“You’re going to report me for what exactly? You just came like hurricane on my cock… And now you’re going to cry rape? As for the students, it’s my job to mold them… as much as it is yours. So if you want to make a fool of yourself in front of the headmaster, you go right ahead.” </strong><br/><br/>His left hand ran up her thigh, across the curve of her ass and then in the small of her back. The musky scent of her sweat tingled in his nostrils and he pulled her up against him so that his slick and messy cock was pressed up against her body.<br/><br/><strong>“Face the truth Violet, you’re just a cockhungry whore who will ride any hard dick to get herself off. That’s why you came in here this afternoon. Don’t give me this childish bullshit for giving you <em>exactly</em> what you wanted.” </strong><br/><br/>His finger traced the edge of her jaw and he cupped her chin in his hand and gave her another kiss.<br/><br/><strong>“<em>Fuck</em> you’re gorgeous…”</strong><br/><br/>He then pushed her down to her knees and thrust his cock forward so it pressed up against her lips.<br/><br/><strong>“But gorgeous isn’t going to clean off my dick. So get working with that tongue of yours. It’s your mess, so you fix it now!”</strong><br/><br/>Miss Granger wasn’t eager to open her mouth so he ran his half-hard rod across the width of her sweet lips a few times, smearing her mouth in a mixture of their liquids. He felt light-headed and realized he was probably pushing it a bit at his age by going through young women at such a pace<em>in a single day</em>… But what’s the point of living if you can’t do the things that make you feel alive any longer?