Mrs. Venom's Intimate Punishment

Mrs. Venom shoves Laney facedown over the desk and yanks her tiny plaid skirt up to the small of her back. The girl’s panties are already wet. Mrs. Venom smirks, peels them aside, and slaps her bare ass twice—hard enough to make the cheeks bounce. She fingers her in the next breath, two knuckles deep without warning. Laney gasps into the wood grain, hips jerking, but she pushes back like a needy little thing asking for more. “Eyes on me,” Mrs. Venom snaps. She circles the tight ring between those cheeks, spits straight onto it, and presses her thumb inside while her two other fingers stay busy lower down. Laney’s whimpers echo off the lockers. Every twist, every curl of Mrs. Venom’s wrist pulls a fresh squelch from the girl’s cunt. She ends the game with a slow, deliberate grind against Laney’s thigh, letting her feel the slick heat between her own legs while she keeps working the brat open. She finishes with one last spank, palm cracking loud, then pulls back with a cocky grin.