Interrupted By Their Teacher

Jaye Summers and Isabella Nice slip into the empty classroom, fingers laced, grins sharp with trouble. They don’t waste time. The second the door clicks shut they’re all over each other, mouths open, tongues sliding, hands grabbing whatever they can reach. Isabella hoists herself onto the teacher’s desk and pulls Jaye between her spread thighs. Fingers dive under cotton. The smell of lust fills the air as skirts ride high and breaths go ragged. Footsteps freeze everything. They drop fast, scramble under the desk, knees knocking. Teacher Sofi Ryan walks in carrying a stack of papers, lets them drop on the desk with a heavy sigh, then sits. The girls stare at her nyloned legs inches from their faces, slick with sweat, afraid to even blink. Fear makes them wetter. They start kissing again, quietly at first, hands slipping between each other’s legs beneath thin panties. One soft moan slips out. Sofi’s head snaps down. She sees the two pairs of guilty eyes staring up from under her desk. Cornered, the girls confess: they wanted somewhere private to fuck. Sofi’s face stays hard, but the pulse at her neck betrays her. She circles the desk, opens her blouse one button at a time, and says she won’t rat them out if they let her join. They pull her skirt up right there on the desk, peel her panties down, and feast on her pussy like they’re starved. Sofi leans back, one heel braced on the wood, thighs tight around their heads, while the girls grind together underneath her, coming in reckless, wet silence.