After the final bell, Leo walked straight to the back of the school gym.
The area was mostly empty — just a few old benches and a narrow space between the gym wall and the fence.
He leaned against the wall and waited.
Five minutes later, Ms. Elena Voss appeared.
She was still wearing the tight black dress from earlier.
Her face looked tense, and she kept glancing around nervously to make sure no one was watching.
When she saw Leo, she walked over slowly, her heels clicking against the concrete.
“Leo… this is too risky,” she said quietly, stopping in front of him.
“If anyone sees us—”
“Lift your dress,” Leo cut her off.
Ms. Voss hesitated for a second, then looked down and slowly pulled the hem of her dress up to her waist.
Just like he ordered, she wasn’t wearing any panties.
Her smooth pussy was exposed in the open air.
Leo stepped closer and ran two fingers between her folds.
“You got turned on sending those pictures, didn’t you?” he said.
Ms. Voss didn’t answer.
Her face was flushed with shame.
Leo unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock.
Without saying anything else, he grabbed her by the waist, turned her around, and bent her over one of the old benches.
He lifted her dress higher and pushed inside her from behind in one rough thrust.
Ms. Voss gasped and bit her lip hard to stay quiet.
Leo started fucking her right there, in the open, behind the gym.
Each thrust was deep and forceful.
The sound of his hips slapping against her ass echoed softly in the quiet space.
He reached forward and grabbed her hair, pulling her head back while he pounded into her.
“You’re getting wetter,” he muttered.
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Ms. Voss didn’t reply.
She just gripped the bench tightly, her body shaking with every thrust.
Leo fucked her harder, faster, until he finally groaned and came deep inside her.
He stayed buried inside her for a moment, then slowly pulled out.
A thick string of cum immediately started dripping down her inner thigh.
Ms. Voss stayed bent over the bench, breathing heavily, her dress still pulled up.
Leo fixed his pants and looked down at her.
“Tomorrow,” he said, “wear a shorter skirt. And don’t clean yourself after this. I want you to feel it the whole evening.”
He turned and walked away without waiting for her answer.
Ms. Voss slowly stood up, fixed her dress with shaky hands, and looked around to make sure no one had seen them.
Her legs felt weak, and she could already feel his cum starting to leak out of her.
She had no choice but to walk back to her car like that.