Tweetfic 2 - Klara/Mustard

Author's Notes: honey pls call me

“Hah, how is that, Master? I bet you’ve never felt so good!” Klara babbled as she bounced on Mustard’s lap. Sweat formed at her brow and rolled down her skin. She panted as her manicured nails dug into the old man’s shoulders. The sound of her whines and her taught thighs clapping against her teacher’s lap filled the muggy room. Suddenly, a pair of hands grabbed onto Klara’s shoulders and shoved her downward. Mustard’s cock throbbed as it’s entirety was sheathed inside his student’s snug pussy. Klara yelped as she was suddenly stuffed to the brim.

The sound of laughter behind her filled her with dread. “Oh, Klara love… you can’t expect that kind of performance to be enough to bribe my dear hubby! Come on now, work those hips!” Honey cooed, her own poison lacing her sugary words.

Klara whimpered, knowing she had a long night ahead of her.