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>All Principal Celestia can do is whimper and whine into your mouth in remorseful arousal… her tongue leaving her command after yours bullies it into excitedly tangling back up against its intruder…
>Guilt interweaves with how much Principal Celestia can be heard loving every second of this sinful exchange.
>Her breath is hot against your face while you deeply make out with her, her taste taken along with the struggle as her reluctantly giddy response takes the tongue jousting back into your mouth.
>Surprise, shame and wild forbidden excitement war inside of Principal Celestia’s jackhammering heart as she realizes her own body’s traitorous engagement with your deep tongue-tangling kiss~… blowing her secret wide open once and for all.
>Principal Celestia lets out a long, defeated whine into your mouth, angrily thanking her own unhinged perversion for making things come to this.
>She knows you can sense her un-hide-able enjoyment.
>A long unbroken string of saliva stretches between your lips and hers after the kiss finally breaks is a symbol of how you now now full control over Principal Celestia.
>Principal Celestia the sexy beautiful perverted woman who fell victim to her own equally perverted prey.
>”I…” She starts but can’t get another coherent word out.
“This is wrong, but it /is/ you.” You whisper, hands resuming their sensual mauling of your beautiful principal’s full soft chest through her uniform.
>The strand of saliva between your mouth remains unbroken, and Principal Celestia has no idea what to do about that.
>Her crazed purple eyes shake with confused lust, lost in the depths of the lewd consequences of her own depraved actions; she’s trapped but she can’t help but love it deep down.
>It was never supposed to go this far, you were never supposed to actually get yourself involved with what Principal Celestia was doing to you.
>Those eyes of hers go wide with terror when she sees you unexpectedly pull out your phone and start filming.
>Already understanding that you won’t show the very dirt you yourself are guilty in unless the chips go down, Celestia feels torn between her perverted glee and wise fear each stemming from this bold risk.
“You get a lot more fun out of me if you’re not selfish about it, you know.” You gather that strand of saliva between your mouths onto your finger and press that fingertip onto her lips while shushing her before she has time to respond.
>Principal Celestia shivers in wanton agreement.
“Your purple 36D bra fits you well?” You ask, not remembering if you even said this yet, but wanting to listen to Principal Celestia verbally describing herself to you.
>”Yes.”