2nd Semester Episode 7: Principal Coldsnatch's Break

Principal Coldsnatch is still catching her breath after that wild year. Word got out that Allura got fired, so every futanari with a pulse thinks she’s the new Seduction teacher. Ivanna Ryder walks in like the job’s already hers. She clocks the way Coldsnatch’s eyes flick down, and she smiles. “Sweetheart, I started fucking you the second I crossed that doorway.” Coldsnatch’s hackles go up, but her thighs squeeze together on their own. “You’re gonna need a hell of a lot more than dirty talk to earn this chair.” “So give me the test,” Ivanna purrs, strolling around the desk. She leans in, breath hot on the older woman’s neck, and traces one fingertip along the inside of Coldsnatch’s thigh through her skirt. Her words slide out low and filthy: promises about just how deep, how slow, how nasty she can get. Each filthy detail lands like a lick. By the time Ivanna’s zipper whispers down, Coldsnatch is already wet and swearing under her breath. The thick, heavy cock that springs free makes her pupils flare. Ivanna lets it rest heavy in her palm, stroking once, twice—enough for a glossy bead to gather at the tip—then presses it right up under Coldsnatch’s nose so the scent hits her. Coldsnatch tries for one last shred of dignity. “We are not—fuck.” She breaks off as Ivanna drags the fat head between her lips and slides the first hot inch inside her. Paperwork scatters. Pens roll to the floor. Ivanna fucks her bent over the desk, every snap of hips wet and ruthless, whispering how good that tight principal pussy feels clenching around futanari dick. Coldsnatch comes shaking and spitting curses, clenching so hard it drags Ivanna over the edge right after, pumping thick ropes deep while the desk legs squeak in protest. Ivanna pulls out, still half-hard and glistening, and slaps Coldsnatch’s ass in approval. “Job’s mine, yeah?” Coldsnatch groans, cum dripping down her thigh, and waves a shaky hand toward the faculty key on the hook. “Lock the door behind you when you leave—and be here Monday, 8 a.m. sharp.”