Arlo's command hung in the air, a tension building between them as Principal Janet hesitated, her hands trembling slightly as they hovered near his crotch.
The weight of his words, the urgency of his desire, it all pulsed in the air around them like an electric current.
Slowly, as if in a trance, Mrs Janet shuffled forward, the sound of her knees on the floor like thunder in Arlo's ears.
The ache in his groin grew more insistent, his breath coming in shallow gasps as she reached out, her soft, hesitant touch grazing against the bulge in his pants.
The contact was like a lightning strike, a jolt of pleasure coursing through Arlo's body, radiating outwards from his groin.
Ohhh~
A low moan escaped his lips, his eyes fluttering shut for a moment as he savored the sensation.
As Arlo's moan washed over her, Mrs Janet felt a surge of confidence, a thrill of power, and the trembling in her arms subsided.
Encouraged, she boldly unfastened his belt, the metallic clink of the buckle echoing in the silence of the room.
Mrs Janet's fingers worked with purpose, deftly unfastening the button and zipper of
Arlo's pants, her heart pounding in her chest as she pulled them down.
The glistening tip of his rod peeked out from the depths of his underwear, wet with sweat and precum.
She stared at it, entranced by its sheer size and girth, a hint of fear and excitement mingling in her heart.
"Ohhh~" Arlo groaned, his hips twitching slightly at the sight of her staring at his throbbing member, her gaze a palpable heat in the air between them.
As Mrs Janet gazed upon the glistening rod in front of her, a bead of sweat rolled down her forehead, her body flushed with desire and uncertainty.
She knew she should stop, that this was wrong, that they were treading on dangerous ground.
But the taste of forbidden fruit was too tempting, the allure of Arlo's body too strong.
Without another moment's hesitation, she leaned in, her tongue darting out like a serpent's as she gave the tip of Arlo's rod a tentative lick, savoring the salty tang of his skin.
At the first brush of Mrs Janet's tongue against his flesh, Arlo let out a low moan, the sound reverberating in the air like a lit match in a dark room.
Hmmmm~
Her tongue danced along the ridge of his tip, tracing the outline of his head with a delicate touch.
Arlo's hand moved instinctively, tangling in Mrs Janet's hair as she took him deeper into her mouth, the wet slurping noises filling the room with a primitive rhythm.
Mrs Janet's mouth worked in tandem with her tongue, her lips tight and wet as she bobbed her head up and down on Arlo's rod.
The heat of his groin pressed against her face, the smell of his skin filling her nostrils with a heady musk.
Arlo's fingers gripped her hair tightly, a low growl of pleasure rumbling in his throat as
Mrs Janet began to quicken her pace, her movements becoming more urgent, more desperate.
Slurrpp slurrp slurrrpp~
The air was thick with the sound of Mrs Janet's slurping, the wet rhythm of her mouth against Arlo's rod like a song of forbidden ecstasy.
Her cheeks hollowed out with each draw of breath, the suction of her mouth like a vice around his shaft.
Arlo's hips began to move in time with Mrs Janet's motions, his breathing coming in short, ragged gasps.
The mounting pleasure coursed through him like a wildfire, every nerve alive with anticipation.
A small pool of saliva had formed around the base of his rod but Arlo didn't mind, he was in the clouds as pleasure washed over his body.
Principal Janet was already enjoying giving Arlo head and she was increasing her speed out of enthusiasm.
However, Arlo began to feel his toes curl up and his muscles tightened up as an orgasm reared its head.
He knew he needed to stop if he wanted to fuck her that day.
So despite how his body protested, Arlo pushed her head away quickly from his rod.
You have to stop. He said regrettably.
Principal Janet nodded reluctantly, as she slowly backed away, the strand of saliva connecting her lips to his cock broke.
Arlo's lips curved into a slow, knowing smile, amusement dancing in his eyes as he looked down at her.
The principal he had known was always calm, composed, and meticulous—her every gesture deliberate, her tone unwavering.
She was the very image of authority, a figure who commanded respect and exuded control.
But now, that familiar presence was gone, leaving him face-to-face with someone unrecognizable.
In her place was a middle-aged woman with flushed cheeks and a wild, hungry glint in her eyes, her usual crisp attire slightly disheveled, and her once-steady hands trembling as they reached out toward him.
She was on her knees, a posture he'd never dreamed of seeing from her, and the expression on her face was unlike anything he'd ever seen.
This wasn't the Principal Janet who ruled the school with poise and precision.
This was someone else entirely—a person overcome by something primal, her mask of control shattered, and her desire laid bare.
knew at this point, he didn't need charisma to get her to comply with his orders.
He looked towards the screen in front of him, wondering if he could turn off his charisma attribute.
{Charisma activated: duration: 5 minutes}
Turn off charisma." He said.
What is that?" Principal Janet frowned.
It's nothing. Arlo said and waved her away.
He waited with baited breath to see if it would turn off.
Just when he was about to give up, the screen flashed.
{Charisma unactivated}
Yess! Arlo said and pumped his fist in the air.
Principal Janet watched him with confusion, she was still kneeling.
Get up and come here. Arlo said and motioned to her.
She got up wordlessly, unaware the charisma effect on her had been broken.