Amiee Cambridge - Anal Sex Teacher (Part 1)

Ms. Cambridge held the phone to her ear, discussing my second failure in sex-ed. Plans were already forming for her to see my step-mother that night. Later, Cory walked into the empty classroom and took the seat beside me. We both listened while Amiee explained that another traditional lecture would not help. Cory leaned in, suggesting something more direct. Amiee smiled. "Hands-on learning it is." She stood, reached for Cory, and cupped both her breasts. Their mouths met in a slow kiss that tasted deliberate. Cory peeled Amiee’s top away, freeing heavy breasts that swayed with each breath. Amiee answered by stripping Cory’s shirt, then running her tongue over stiff nipples until Cory’s moan echoed off the blackboard. Skirts dropped next. Naked, they paused only long enough for Amiee to drop into her chair and spread her thighs. Cory knelt, face buried between those legs, licking in long, wet strokes while I watched. Moments later they traded places; Amiee’s tongue now curled inside Cory’s slick folds. I felt heat coil low in my gut. "Finally,” I said. “I think I’m motivated."