The Private Show - Your Schoolgirl

The hotel room is bathed in dim, golden light, the air thick with anticipation. The bass of a slow, sultry song thrums through the room, setting the perfect rhythm for what's about to unfold. You're seated comfortably in a plush chair, the perfect vantage point, waiting. And then--she appears.

She steps into view, each deliberate click of her sky-high black Pleaser heels against the floor sending a jolt of excitement through you. She's dressed to tease, to tempt, to own the moment. A tiny plaid mini skirt hugs her hips, short enough to barely conceal the curve of her lace thong beneath. Her white button-up blouse is unbuttoned and knotted at the waist, offering a perfect glimpse of delicate lace lingerie underneath.

Her legs are wrapped in sheer, thigh-high stockings, held up by garter straps that beg to be touched. Dark, smoky eyes lock onto yours, framed by long, fluttering lash extensions, her lips painted a bold, glossy red--full, inviting, and utterly intoxicating.

She stops just short of you, tilting her head with that wicked little smirk. "You've been waiting for this, haven't you?" she purrs, her voice dripping with playful seduction.

Then, she moves.

The Dance Begins

Her hips sway in slow, hypnotic circles, her fingers trailing teasingly up her own body--over her waist, her ribs, slipping just beneath the open fabric of her blouse. The music pulses, and she moves in time with it, rolling her body like she was made for this.

She turns, arching her back slightly, giving you the perfect view of lace and curves beneath that tiny skirt. A soft chuckle escapes her lips as she glances over her shoulder, her gaze dark with mischief. She knows exactly what she's doing.

Then, she straddles your lap--not quite touching, just hovering, her breath warm against your skin. Her hands slide up your chest, nails grazing ever so slightly. You can feel the heat between you, the electric charge of her teasing.

Her lips hover just inches from yours. The scent of vanilla and something dangerously sweet fills your senses. "Do you want a taste?" she whispers.

And then--she kisses you.

The Kiss--And More Teasing

Her glossy red lips press against yours, slow, deliberate, sending a rush through your entire body. One hand tangles in your hair, the other resting lightly against your chest as she deepens the kiss--soft, warm, but teasingly brief.

Just as you lean in for more, she pulls back, grazing your lower lip with her teeth as she smirks.

"Ah, ah," she tuts playfully, her fingertips tracing down your jawline. "You don't get everything all at once."

She stands, rolling her hips as she moves just out of reach, swaying to the music, watching you with that glint in her eye.

"Sit back and enjoy the show," she purrs. "I'm just getting started."

The music swells, the room feels hotter, smaller, and she--**your own private schoolgirl fantasy--**is just beginning her performance.

She slowly makes her way to her knees as she glides down my body with her hands tracing down it. She sits with her face at my crotch. She undoes my belt then unzips and unbuttons my jeans. The bulge was very evident with the pants open and my boxers showing.

"Daddy likes doesn't he," she said as she stared at it for a long moment.

"Yes he does," I said back as she pulled out my cock. She held the eight-inch shaft in her hands. She puts her crimson lips to the head of my cock. She starts to meticulously and slowly like the shaft. I groan as she goes down it. After a few minutes she stopped.

She hiked up her skirt and slipped off her thong. She then grabbed my cock again but with one hand. She held it as she slid it into her pussy. She then started to rapidly go up and down on my cock.

"Yes you whore. Keep going," I groaned.

"Yes Daddy. I'm your whore. Yes DDaaadddyyy," She moaned as she came.

She continued to thrust herself up and down on my cock.

"I don't have a condom on. I'm about to cum. I can't. My wife would kill me if you got pregnant," I said.

She leaned in as she got all the way down.

"She doesn't need to know daddy," she whispered into my ear. As soon as she finished the the sentence I came inside her.

"More Daddy," she said as she started thrust herself on my cock against.

"Yes whore," I moan.

"Yes Daddy I want to be your pregnant Latina whore," she yelled.

I filled her with cum.