You Little Squirt! - Rose Carter & Jason Sarcinelli

Jason Sarcinelli kept Rose Carter after the bell. "I’ve been told you’re spraying professors in the halls," he said. "Hand over whatever you’re using." Rose smirked. "No gadget, professor." Jason rolled his eyes. "Give it here." Rose slid two fingers under her skirt, rubbed quick circles on her clit, then threw her head back and let a hot, clear spurt blast straight across his face. Jason blinked, tasted salt-sweet pussy on his lips. "Fuck," he muttered. Rose lifted her skirt higher, thighs shiny, and purred, "Wanna try the source?" Jason snapped—grabbed her hips, spun her toward the desk, and drove his cock into her soaked cunt so hard the table scraped the floor. He pounded her dripping hole until fresh squirts soaked his balls, then emptied himself inside her with a guttural groan while the empty classroom echoed every wet slap.