"Hmmmmmmmmm! Mmmmmm! Mmmmmm!"... "Slurp!"

As he made a gap between the door a little, he heard the blood boiling moans and slurp sound which could only mean one thing…

Instantly, he took of his jacket and wrapped it around his face, staring at the door with a resolute expression.

He breathed and moved back, then dashed forward…

BANG!

Imbuing all of his strength into the kick. The classic wooden door flung open with a loud bang. Throwing splinters here and there. It's hinge had been twisted by the force of impact and was barely hanging on the door frame in one sided position.

Not giving them a chance to react…

Click! Click! Click!... Several distinct clicks reverberated through the frozen office atmosphere.

Though he didn't want to believe it himself…

Miss Rose was on her knees, holding the five inches dick of the pot bellied Principal that was rapidly deflating. Her face was covered in semen, and her light make-up ruined. Her chestnut hair was in a hargard form from having been grabbed roughly.

And her most precious bosom, apparently, was open in all full glory to see.

She was wearing a black turtleneck shirt with long sleeves. Probably too difficult to pull off for the old bastard. It had been raised half way instead, resting above the less plumpy side of her massive tits. Her bra was casted to the floor. Her tits too and had been used to fulfill the old man's fantasy, and sprayed with droplets of cum.

'A boob fuck? Shit'

For now at least, her skirt was half halfway raised. Seemingly yet to be explored, which somehow lifted the pang in his heart.

As for the old fatty, the only thing he still has on was a boxer and black socks on his feets.

Click! Click! Click….

He continued tapping, moving closer in different styles as they were seemingly trying to comprehend what was going on.

"Noooooo!" It was Miss Rose who reacted first and tried to cover her tits with both arms. Unfortunately they were too massive, and he kept on Clicking shots.

And finally the fatty reacted…

" Security!" The fats in his cheeks scrunched up, almost making the ground tremble, he leaped forward to try to snatch the phone from Max.

Surprised by the agile manner at which the fatty leaped, Max reacted quickly with a roll to the exit. Barely managing to escape from the Principal's grasp.

While he considered the act of calling on the security foolish. He wasn't confident in his ability to react to their punches and began dashing off without saying any word so he won't be easily recognized if there was any camera. Which unfortunately wasn't, but being careful never hurt.

'Right, he'll call them off soon after realizing he's still in boxers with a staff in his office. What would his wife say if discovered.'

With that he slowed down, and walked out of the exit. Which was now sparse with cars since almost all the students had gone home. Those who still had their car here were probably serving detention.

Throwing off several distracting thoughts, he was in a hurry to go home.

Entering the car, he steadily drove out and sped through the asphalt road for the first time.