Biology Exam

Carter Cruise tried teaching Kenzie Reeves biology, but the tutoring session cracked the moment her pupil decided something else was more pressing than chromosomes. Kenzie wanted Carter’s hands on her, not pointing at diagrams, and she never bothered hiding it. One sideways glance, a slow bite of her lip, and the game was over before it began. When the brat admitted she needed extra attention with nothing on the syllabus, Carter gave a polite shake of the head that fooled nobody. They both knew the rumors—Carter’s real skill lay between another woman’s legs. Kenzie kissed each pierced nipple through lace, teeth clicking against the metal. She tugged the teacher’s thong to the side, lips parting, and sent a slow spit across slick folds before her tongue dragged lower, burying itself in the tight ring of Carter’s ass. The tutor’s breath hitched into a low, rolling moan. She dragged Kenzie upright, spun her onto the desk, and paid the favor back in kind—tongue fucking, fingers twisting—until both women rode each other with filthy, unhurried greed, their slick noises filling the room like they had nothing left to study but one another.