The Tutor

Tutor Brett Rossi watches Cadence Lux struggle through another chapter. The blonde student can’t keep the terms straight—muscles blur together, rent is due next week, and her shoulders have locked tight from hunching over the table. Brett, still tanned from her old job as a masseuse, decides the lesson can wait. She hikes up her skirt and pats the couch. “Turn over,” she says. Cadence hesitates when she spots the black lace stretched across Brett’s hips, but Brett insists a little oil will loosen more than just her back. The student peels off her top, then her shorts, and stretches out on her stomach. Brett slicks her palms and works the small of Cadence’s back, gliding up over the curve of her ass until Cadence stiffens again. To ease the tension, Brett strips down to nothing but those same panties and straddles her. Her heavy breasts drag slowly across Cadence’s skin, nipples grazing spine. When she slides the thin lace aside and lets their bare skin meet, Cadence’s breath hitches. Brett flips her student, drizzles warm oil over soft tits and belly, then spreads her thighs. She lowers her mouth, tongue flicking and circling until Cadence’s hips buck hard and a moan breaks free. “Best way to relax,” Brett whispers against slick folds. She climbs higher, grinds her soaked cunt against Cadence’s, the wet sound of their clits meeting filling the room. Cadence twists, finds Brett’s swollen clit with her tongue, and Brett rides the eager mouth until her thighs shake and she comes with a low, throaty cry. Still pulsing, she slips two fingers deep into Cadence’s cunt, curling them until the younger woman clamps around her and shudders through a second, stronger climax.