Stuck Under The Teacher's Desk

Crystal Taylor stayed late and let the idea take her. She dropped her pants, sank into her chair, and slid two fingers between her thighs. The itch grew hot fast. She opened the bottom drawer, pulled out the sleek silicone cock she kept tucked away, and worked it over herself. Too quick, it slipped from her hand. When she bent for it she jammed her torso under the desk, hips high, ass out, everything on display. Seconds later the door swung open. Student Angel Youngs froze on the threshold, then smirked at the bare teacher trapped in full view. Crystal’s face burned. “Please, just help me,” she whispered. Angel tilted her head. “What’ll you do for it?” “Anything.” Angel stepped close, hiked her skirt, and slid one foot onto the chair. “Start with your tongue.” Crystal leaned in, lapped hungry strokes along slick folds, licked and sucked until Angel’s grip tightened in her hair. After that Angel’s generosity kicked in. She knelt behind the caught woman, parted her legs, and ran slow circles over Crystal’s soaked pussy with warm fingers and wet mouth until Crystal whimpered. Finally Angel pulled the desk aside. The two women shed the last of their clothes, climbed onto the mat, and reached for the dildo and each other, trading soft cries in the empty room.