Arlo stood over Mrs Janet, his breathing heavy as he watched her slumped against the desk, her chest rising and falling with each panting breath.
His eyes raked over her form, her flushed cheeks and glistening skin sending a surge of lust coursing through his veins.
"Suck me," he commanded, his voice thick with desire as he unzipped his pants, his hard length springing free. "I want to feel your lips around my cock."
Mrs Janet's eyes widened, her gaze falling to the throbbing length between his legs.
When it was him being proactive in the activities, it was okay but now he was expecting her to take charge and work to do something, she tried to fight it but found herself unwilling to do so.
Perhaps it was the orgasm that weakened her resolve.
She hesitated, her lips parting as she met his gaze, a flush of embarrassment spreading across her cheeks.
"I can't," she forced herself to whisper, her voice a quiet plea as she struggled to resist his advances.
But Arlo was relentless, his eyes blazing with lust as he took a step closer, the tip of his cock brushing against her lips. "Do it," he growled, his hand tangling in her hair as he guided her toward his aching length.
Ever since his first head from the goddess, he had been obsessed with getting head and he couldn't wait to feel her warm velvet throat around his rod.
He unfastened his belt and dropped his pants and underwear to the ground, revealing his massive rod.
Mrs Janet's resistance crumbled entirely as her eyes focused on the dick in front of her. She wanted nothing more than to slobber all over it.
She bent and knelt before him, her lips parting slightly as she looked up at Arlo, her breath catching in her throat as the heat of his cock pressed against her mouth.
She licked her lips, her heart pounding in her chest as she leaned forward, her tongue flickering over the tip of his cock.
A low moan escaped her lips as she tasted the salty pre-cum that coated his length, her body betraying her as she eagerly took him into her mouth.
Arlo's head fell back, his eyes closing as he savored the warm, wet sensation of Mrs Janet's mouth around his cock.
Her tongue worked him expertly, swirling over the sensitive head as she sucked him deeper into her mouth, her hands gripping his hips as she took him further with each stroke.
He groaned, his fingers threading through her hair as he thrust his hips forward, filling her mouth with his aching length.
The sight of her kneeling before him, her lips stretched around his cock, was a vision of pure, primal pleasure.
Mrs Janet's body hummed with pleasure as she sucked Arlo deeper into her mouth, her lips working his length as her tongue teased the sensitive underside of his shaft.
The taste of him, the feel of his cock in her mouth, sent waves of desire washing over her, her body trembling as she took him deeper, her fingers gripping his hips as she hungrily devoured him.
Arlo's breath caught in his chest, his gaze fixed on the beautiful woman kneeling before him, her lips and tongue worshiping his length.
Mrs Janet moaned, the sound vibrating against Arlo's cock as she slid her hand up and down his shaft, her fingers grazing over his sensitive skin.
She cupped his balls, rolling them gently in her palm as she continued to suck him deeper, her tongue flicking over the tip as she worked him toward his climax.
Arlo's head fell back, his groans of pleasure echoing through the office as he felt himself reaching the brink of ecstasy
Mrs Janet intensified her efforts, bobbing her head faster as she sucked and stroked his cock, her hand tightening around his shaft as she drew him closer to the edge.
Her eyes fluttered shut, her focus entirely on the taste and feel of him as she worked him with increasing fervor, the heat of his cock filling her mouth and igniting a deep, primal need within her.
Arlo's groans turned to guttural moans, his body tensing as he felt himself teetering on the brink of release.
Arlo's mind was awash with pleasure, his body thrumming with the imminent release that Mrs Janet's expert mouth was drawing out of him.
Her lips and tongue worked his cock with a skill and passion that was driving him wild, his body throbbing with the need to explode inside her.
But he fought the urge, his body straining with the effort as he pulled away from her hungry mouth.
He looked down at her, her lips parted and glistening with his pre-cum, her eyes hooded with desire.
"Not yet," he growled, his voice ragged with need.
Arlo's gaze raked over her, his chest heaving as he leaned down, his hands gripping her shoulders. "I'm not done with you yet," he whispered, his lips brushing against her ear as he lifted her to her feet, his body pressed against hers.
Mrs Janet's heart raced, her body still trembling with the lingering effects of her own pleasure as she felt the hard length of Arlo's cock pressing against her stomach. "Please," she whispered, her voice a breathy plea as she looked up at him, her body begging for more.
Drop your pants," Arlo ordered, his voice authoritative as he stepped back, his eyes fixed on the trembling woman before him. "Now."
Mrs Janet hesitated, her breath catching in her throat as she glanced down at her clothing.
Her hands shook as she unbuttoned her pants, slowly sliding them down her legs and stepping out of the pool of fabric, leaving her skirt billowing around her thighs.
Her eyes widened at she did so, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment and she hesitated. "My skirt?" she asked, a hint of trepidation in her voice.
Arlo's gaze hardened, his fingers digging into her flesh as he pulled her closer, his breath hot against her neck. "Yes, your skirt," he growled, his voice low and insistent. "I want it on. I want to see it ride up your thighs as you ride my cock."
Ughh~ Principal Janet gasped at his crude words, although her body practically sang with pleasure.