Hot For Teacher!

Ryan Keely walked into reform school expecting to teach. Carter Cruise smelled hesitation from day one. That sharp blonde saw the little tremor in Ryan's hands whenever Carter met her stare too long. By Wednesday, they skipped words. Carter pressed the older woman against the locked classroom door, lips parted, hungry. Ryan tasted like fear and cherry gloss. Carter's tongue swept inside, claimed her. Ryan's breathing cracked. Carter dropped to her knees fast, yanked the lace panties aside, and buried her face. The first moan came low, then higher, sharper. Ryan clutched Carter's hair when the tongue flicked her clit in tight circles. Her knees buckled at the second flick, again at the third. Orgasm slammed through her, sudden and crude. Carter kept licking anyway. They moved to the desk without speaking. Ryan's blouse lay open, tits soft and heavy in Carter's palms. Fingers found the slick heat between her legs and pumped steadily, two deep at first, then three. Ryan came again, tighter this time. Not satisfied, she pulled Carter onto the desk, spread those lean legs, and sucked on the student's shaved cunt until Carter shook. The two switched positions again and again, trading mouths, trading hands, thighs sticky, breath harsh. Neither of them counted. They simply refused to stop.